Comments on: The day dad died http://steady.org/2008/05/03/the-day-dad-died/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=the-day-dad-died Thoughts on cycling, fatherhood, coffee, cooking, & sometimes other stuff too Fri, 23 Dec 2011 01:00:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Bridget http://steady.org/2008/05/03/the-day-dad-died/#comment-19 Bridget Tue, 13 Jul 2010 01:53:59 +0000 http://steady.org/2008/05/03/the-day-dad-died/#comment-19 Thanks for sending me here Dame. I thought you might like reading this. My dad's friend Dennis had a friend in France who also had prostate cancer. Dennis connected my dad (who spoke French) with the friend in France. When the French friend died, his widow sent Dennis this prayer in French. Dennis read it at the burial in French and translated it into English. St. Augustine prayer Loose English translation by Dennis Vitrella Death is nothing; I have only passed to the other side. I am myself. You are yourself. Who we were one for the other, We are as always. Speak to me as you always did. Don’t use a different tone. Don’t take on a solemn or sad air. Continue to laugh at what made us laugh together… Pray, smile, think of me, pray with me. That my name be spoken in the home, As it always was Without emphasis of any sort, Without any trace of shadow. Life signifies still what it always signified. It is what it always was: the thread is not cut. Why would I be beyond your thought? Simply because I am beyond your sight? I am not far, only on the other side of the road… You will find my heart, you will find in there Purified tenderness. Wipe away your tears and don’t cry if you love me… St. Augustine Thanks for sending me here Dame. I thought you might like reading this. My dad’s friend Dennis had a friend in France who also had prostate cancer. Dennis connected my dad (who spoke French) with the friend in France. When the French friend died, his widow sent Dennis this prayer in French. Dennis read it at the burial in French and translated it into English.

St. Augustine prayer

Loose English translation by Dennis Vitrella

Death is nothing;

I have only passed to the other side.

I am myself. You are yourself.

Who we were one for the other,

We are as always.

Speak to me as you always did.

Don’t use a different tone.

Don’t take on a solemn or sad air.

Continue to laugh at what made us laugh together…

Pray, smile, think of me, pray with me.

That my name be spoken in the home,

As it always was

Without emphasis of any sort,

Without any trace of shadow.

Life signifies still what it always signified.

It is what it always was: the thread is not cut.

Why would I be beyond your thought?

Simply because I am beyond your sight?

I am not far, only on the other side of the road…

You will find my heart, you will find in there

Purified tenderness.

Wipe away your tears and don’t cry if you love me…

St. Augustine

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