Kit

June 2008
Equal parts sprite and wise woman - her eyes glowed as she told me there were bees in the tree in her backyard. We visited the honeybee colony each day. When an albino squirrel visited, I marveled as Kit snapped photos of the bees in the hollow of the tree. She felt and supported my passion for these tiny disappearing and dying insects that make so much of our human food supply possible. Kit is ally and kindred spirit still -both to myself and the bees.
Sandra Hughes
12/29/09
ATL

Unbroken Chain

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland

I Love You Kitten, Bunny

NOTE: Given at Kit's Memorial Service, May 29, 2010, Camp Arnold, Ohio by me. - Tom