Thoughts about Isaiah from McKenna

She is wise beyond her years

Only The Good Die Young‏

I ment to send this out on the 12th but the computer wasn't working. We all know of the tragedy that happened and took our Isaiah away from us. But we know that he is with Heavenly Father in the Highest Kingdom. We know that he'll be watching us and that he will be with us when we need him. He will take care of us and meet us at the gateway to Heaven with Grandpa and all our other family members who we've lost.




For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne

Death is nothing at all.
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.
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 affect,
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 absolutely 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 around the corner.
All is well.
~ Henry Scott Holland

Rest in peace Isaiah.