Roberta Hewson

Born: August 25th, 1950

Passed on: September 16th, 2015

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I, and you are you: whatever we were to each other, that we are still. 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 effort, without a ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was: there is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is death but a gateway? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner. All is well. (by Henry Scott Holland) For obituary see Her Legacy