A Good Man

A Good Man 

   Tonight a dear friend’s father took his last breaths here on earth and crossed over to the spiritual part of life. He fought long and hard and his family was by his side. The love between his wife and himself kept that fight to stay and be by her side. It is sad when our bodies can no longer hold our spirit of life and we need to leave the body so our spirit can be free and be on the path to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 

    I ask that you say an extra prayer for my friend’s father and her family today. One prayer that got me through the hard time after my mother’s death was the Irish Funeral Prayer. I have included it below. It gave me hope and a peace and I hope that it will to others as well.

Until tomorrow, God Bless, and may eternal rest grant to him, O Lord, and let light perpetual shine upon him. Amen.

An Irish Funeral Prayer 

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Everything remains as it was.

The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no sorrow in your tone.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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  effort

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.

There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting,  when we meet again.