It is with a sad heart I write tonight to share Vicky has passed away and now is in God's hands.
She talked over the past few weeks of a trip she was going to take, there was going to be a dinner (what would she pack to wear?) and then she would ask if her room was ready for her. We couldn't answer the timeline though we knew the time was drawing near.
Like much of the cancer journey she has been on she exceeded all expectations. Vicky dealt with the weeks of hospice with grace, finding joy each day in seeing family and friends as well as hearing from everyone on facebook, other social media and food/cards/etc both at the house and through the mail.
We all felt so blessed by such support during this journey. God has blessed us - we could not have made it this far without the support of so many.
Vicky marked this poem for me to share...
Death is Nothing at All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to 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 into 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 effect.
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 absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
by, Henry Scott Holland
I'm sure Vicky is getting ready for her dinner party and everyone is there to greet her. They will share stories and talk sharing inspiration and joy. Then it will be off to see the room God has prepared for her in his house.