Poem
A good (but not especially close) friend of mine is being buried tomorrow. Her passing has affected a great many people, as the passing of a great person always does. I can't be at the service, but a good many of my friends will be and I will be there in spirit. I found this poem by Christina Rossetti that I hadn't heard for a long time and thought it kind of appropriate:
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land,
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay,
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of the future that you planned:
Only remember me; You understand.
It will be late to counsel item or play.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that I once had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than you should remember and be sad.
Sonia RIP
Gone far away into the silent land,
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay,
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of the future that you planned:
Only remember me; You understand.
It will be late to counsel item or play.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve;
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that I once had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than you should remember and be sad.
Sonia RIP
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