Dear Yeda

This is one of those occasions where no words seem adequate. I know that your friend would have been delighted with this beautiful tribute you have penned: You may possibly derive some comfort from this poem by Christina Rosetti.



When I Am Dead, My Dearest

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

~Christina Rossetti


Sincere good wishes

Fellsman