The Pease and Sjulander families would like to thank everyone for their thoughtful ways during this sad time while they deal with the loss of Sara.  They have felt your prayers and your words of comfort.  The generosity of your gifts to the church, scholarship fund and food pantry have been overwhelming.  Here is a poem that has brought comfort to their families.  They read it each and every day.

Death Is Nothing At All

 By Henry Scott-Holland
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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 are still.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used to.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

​Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
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Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind just because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better,
Infinitely happier and forever we all will be one together with Christ.

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