“Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you..I loved you so — ’twas Heaven here with you.”
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I am looking for an engraved stone, a framed picture, something for the garden, to give a gift for someone who lost their mother in law suddenly in Ireland, with a baby on the way. I love the poem which begins, “Grieve not, …I loved you so, ’twas heaven here with you”.
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I would live to see this passage in FULL. My Aunt and God Mother recently passed away. I would like to know where it came from. Is it a Biblical Verse? Who is the author?
Thank you.
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Hi Lauren,
The quote is from the poem “To Those I Love” by by Isla Paschal Richardson. Here is the entire poem.
If I should ever leave you whom I love
To go along the Silent Way, grieve not,
Nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk
Of me as if I were beside you there.
(I’d come – I’d come, could I but find a way!
But would not tears and grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song or see a bird I loved,
please do not let the thought of me
Be sad . . .
For I am loving you just as
I always have . . .
You were so good to me!
There are so many things I wanted still
To do – so many things to say to you . . .
Remember that I did not fear . . . It was
Just leaving you that was so hard to face . . .
We cannot see Beyond . . .
But this I know:
I loved you so –
’twas heaven here with you!
by Isla Paschal Richardson
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This poem has been on my fridge for decades. I found it after my favorite aunt’s passing. It was on the side of her fridge underneath her apron. I was crying and holding g her apron when I discovered it. I brought it to my uncle. It was like a message from her and it helped in our grief. My uncle gave us all a copy. Such a blessing.
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This poem was left to me by my mother she cut it out of a news paper and she wrapped a note with my name on it , so I framed as my love letter from My Mom to her baby girl ! She loved “To Those I Love “and now I love it too !
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Oh my what a treasured memory. What a lovely creative gift from your mother to you. This made my day Carlene. Thank you for sharing.
Suzette Sherman Founder, SevenPonds
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I don’t remember when I found that saying but it has been in my Bible forever it seems. I’ve loved it since I found it. When my husband passed away I had it engraved on the back of our headstone.
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MY Aunt died at age 93 and this quote by Isla Richardson was found in her possessions. When the vet was called to put down her much loved canine companion named Prince, the Vet gently wrapped him in a blanket and positioned Prince in her basket to take him to be cremated. The vet theft a card with that very poem on it “Grieve not…” and my aunt treasured it as it brought her happiness.. Now, a year later, I have auntie’s very card in my hand and I wondered where the poem originated, so I searched for it and Seven Ponds popped up with that poem. Thank you for listing it. Auntie thought it spoke words to her about her much loved pets who were so loyal to her. One dog laid at her feet as death warmed over and that was exactly what Auntie hoped for, that her dog would be at her side when she died. What a sweet ending…
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Where to obtain a copy of this beautiful poem.
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Circa 1985, Before the poem, I saw these words in an essay in Parade magazine, a Sunday newspaper supplement. How can I find the original essay?
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