Hello all, I have come across this poem in a movie the other day. It is very touching. I thought it'd be a good idea to share it here, with people who have just experienced a dramatic loss; be it a human or a fur baby. It might bring some comfort to some of us.
If I were the first of us to die,
let grief not blacken on your sky.
Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change, but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life,
the death live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey…
The moment shared, the mysteries explored.
The steady layering of intimacy stored.
The things that made us laugh, weep or sing.
The joy of sunlit snow,
or first unfurling of the spring.
The wordless language of look and touch.
Each giving and each taking.
These are not flowers that fade,
nor trees that fall and crumble,
nor are they stone.
For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand.
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoint past imperishably present.
So, when you walk the woods,
where once we walked together…
and scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
or pause where we always did upon the hill…
to gaze across the land.
And spotting something, reach by habit, for my hand.
And finding none,
feel sorrow start to steal upon you.
Be still, close your eyes,
breathe, listen for my footfall in your heart.
I’m not gone, but merely walk within you.