For Judi I would like to write a few words for my friend Judi who recently passed away. Judi was the kindest, most compassionate person I have ever know. She loved Angels, her three sons, sports, kids, her home and her garden. There's so much more she enjoyed, but more than that, there were many people who loved her. I was one of them. She was one of the most spiritual and gracious people I've ever had the pleasure to know. She passed away from lung cancer last week and a few years ago I had cancer as well. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't write me to say hi, tell me a story, send me a forward or she would just write to talk about her day, my day and to keep in touch. She was my touchstone. She belonged to a gratitude group, always saw the best in everyone and everything. There is a large part of my life that will be missing without her and I can only imagine how many other people will feel that loss as well. She loved the Sunday readings on the site and I will always keep them because she told me they helped people more than I knew. My heart is broken for those she left behind but happy that she is no longer in pain. Judi's husband died many years ago in the line of duty and she raised her three wonderful boys alone. I remember anniversaries where she felt her husband sending her love. Now they will be together. I'm sure Judi would feel it if anyone would care to just send a tiny thought up to her. Judi, I love you and I miss you. Adena 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 Home