, please accept my sincere condolences at this tragic time. I know how much Merlin and you meant to each another; and I grieve for you both.
Here, then, are two poems which you might read; and perhaps they may help, in some small way, your coming to grips with Merlin's death as well as your journey from deepest sorrow to happy and warm memories.Stop all the clocks
By Wystan Hugh Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crÃ©pe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song.
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.----------
Such is surely our despair when a loved one passes away! Yet, as death has indeed come, if we know our lost friend is now at peace we might be comforted in the knowledge which his being will forever impart to all who listen:Requiem
By Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me;
"Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."----------
The marker on Stevenson's own grave reads thus:You, who pass this grave, put aside hatred; love kindness; be all services remembered in your heart, and all offences pardoned; and as you go down again among the living, let this be your question: can I make some one happier this day before I lie down to sleep?
, made Merlin very happy every day; and he returned your love in kind. When facing the awful finality of death, more of a loved one than of ourselves, perhaps it is best to gently bid good-bye to that heart and soul we had come to love; yet their memory and posterity shall be with us always. In time we can look upon a place once mutually familiar -- and remember, smiling.