Dear Saysusie...The joys of happier days with Lauri can never be taken from you. Let those joys soften the pain of your suffering you feel when it seems unbearable.

Heavenly Father, I ask, envelope Saysusie with your love, so no pain fills her heart. Thank you God. Amen.

Tight squeeze..hugs, Oluwa

Henry Scott Holland - Canon of St. Paulís Cathedral....
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. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. 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 waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.