Chapters (98)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Foreword
- REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY …
- ‘Remember me when I am gone away’
- Heaven-Haven
- Life Goes On
- Living Each Day
- ‘Death is nothing at all’
- Remember Me
- ‘I’m here for a short visit only’
- ‘No longer mourn for me when I am dead’
- If Death is Kind
- Fare Well
- When I Died
- ‘Because I could not stop for Death’
- ‘I see myself now at the end of my journey’
- Requiem
- ‘I thought I’d write my own obituary’
- Think of Me Then
- The New Path
- Footprints in the Sand
- The Book
- The Legacy
- ‘A thing of beauty is a joy for ever’
- When I Have Fears
- A Song of Living
- ‘I should like to be buried in a summer forest’
- ‘I would not have a god come in’
- I’ve Made Out a Will
- Coda
- Rest
- Prayer
- A TINY LAMP HAS GONE OUT IN MY TENT …
- ‘You must not shut the night inside you’
- Prayer for the Little Daughter between Death and Burial
- Epitaph on a Child
- On the Death of a Child
- Four Candles
- Too Soon
- Requiescat
- ‘Promise you won’t forget about me, ever’
- HE WAS MY NORTH, MY SOUTH, MY EAST AND WEST …
- Funeral Blues
- ‘Music, when soft voices die’
- ‘As birds are fitted to the boughs’
- Farewell, Sweet Dust
- Echo
- The Kaleidoscope
- Verses Written on Her Deathbed at Bath to Her Husband in London
- A Widow’s Hymn
- ‘Time does not bring relief’
- Tomorrows
- ‘Never more will the wind’
- Marriage and Death
- Inseparable
- ‘Dear gentle soul, who went so soon away’
- In Memoriam E. S.
- WORN FEATURES OF ANCESTRAL MOULD …
- Highland Graveyard
- ‘Another and another and another’
- ‘Fear no more the heat o’ the sun’
- ‘By ways remote and distant waters sped’
- ‘Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore’
- Elegy
- I Wish You Enough
- While I Slept
- ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’
- Coat
- ‘The rooms and days we wandered through’
- The Friend
- ‘You can shed tears that she is gone’
- Inside Our Dreams
- Traditional Gaelic Blessing
- TO EVERY THING THERE IS A SEASON …
- ‘To every thing there is a season’
- ‘Our revels now are ended’
- So Many Different Lengths of Time
- ‘Come, fill the Cup’
- ‘Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth’
- ‘Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels’
- ‘Death be not proud’
- ‘Home is where one starts from’
- Dirge without Music
- ‘don’t tell me that I mourn too much’
- All Things Pass
- Earth
- On Death
- Gone from My Sight
- The Wheel
- Live Your Life
- Prayer
- Old Irish Toast
- For My Own Tomb-stone
- Notes
- Acknowledgements
- JULIA WATSON
- THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long
and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting
or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people but grovel to none.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
the fault lies in yourself.
Touch not the poisonous firewater that makes wise ones turn to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.
When your time comes to die, be not like those
whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray
for a little more time to live their lives over again
in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Chief Tecumseh of the Shawnee Nation (1768–1813)
Prayer
Lord, make us instruments of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is discord, union;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy;
O divine master, grant that we may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen.
St Francis of Assisi (1181–1226)
Old Irish Toast
May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you’re dead.
For My Own Tomb-stone
To me ’twas giv’n to die to Thee ’tis giv’n
To live: Alas! One Moment sets us ev’n.
Mark! How impartial is the Will of Heav’n?
Matthew Prior (1664–1721)
Notes
1. ‘Death is nothing at all’. Henry Scott Holland was Canon of St Paul’s Cathedral and a radical social reformer who campaigned for workers’ rights.
2. ‘Prayer’. Thomas Merton was a Trappist monk, based for twenty-seven years at Our Lady of Gethsemani in Trappist, Kentucky, USA.
3. ‘The Serenity Prayer’ is commonly attributed to Reinhold Niebuhr, although there is a question concerning its true origin. An earlier version seems to exist, published by Friedrich Christoph Oetinger (1702–82), a German theologian. However, it is Niebuhr’s version that was popularized by Alcoholics Anonymous; it is placed at the core of their Twelve Steps and is printed on cards for members to carry with them.