Loving Husband of Elisa Martin
Loving Father of Barbara, Angela and Laura Martin
Loving Grandfather of Deirdre,Katie,Victoria and Jonathan
Somewhere In Time
a song my husband and I danced to 1966 and one of our favorites during the transition from Doo wop to R&B
The Stars
Two beautiful songs I dedicate to my husband
My Immortal
Your Precious Love
A song that reminds me of my Robert
Stay Gold
Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 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 any effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well
By Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
~We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone and no one knows the heartaches as we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow what it meant to lose you,no one will ever know,our thoughts are always with you,your place no one can fill.In life we loved you dearly in death we love you still.There will always be a heartache and often a silent tear.But always a precious memory of when you were here.If tears would make a staircase and heartaches make a lane,We'd walk up the path to heaven and bring you home again.We hold you close within Our hearts and there you will remain to walk with Us through Our lives until We see you again.
Our Family chain is broken now and nothing seems the same,but as God calls us one by one,the chain will link again.~
Loving Father of Barbara, Angela and Laura Martin
Loving Grandfather of Deirdre,Katie,Victoria and Jonathan
Somewhere In Time
a song my husband and I danced to 1966 and one of our favorites during the transition from Doo wop to R&B
The Stars
Two beautiful songs I dedicate to my husband
My Immortal
Your Precious Love
A song that reminds me of my Robert
Stay Gold
Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 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 any effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well
By Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
~We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone and no one knows the heartaches as we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow what it meant to lose you,no one will ever know,our thoughts are always with you,your place no one can fill.In life we loved you dearly in death we love you still.There will always be a heartache and often a silent tear.But always a precious memory of when you were here.If tears would make a staircase and heartaches make a lane,We'd walk up the path to heaven and bring you home again.We hold you close within Our hearts and there you will remain to walk with Us through Our lives until We see you again.
Our Family chain is broken now and nothing seems the same,but as God calls us one by one,the chain will link again.~
Loving Husband of Elisa Martin
Loving Father of Barbara, Angela and Laura Martin
Loving Grandfather of Deirdre,Katie,Victoria and Jonathan
Somewhere In Time
a song my husband and I danced to 1966 and one of our favorites during the transition from Doo wop to R&B
The Stars
Two beautiful songs I dedicate to my husband
My Immortal
Your Precious Love
A song that reminds me of my Robert
Stay Gold
Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 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 any effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well
By Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
~We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone and no one knows the heartaches as we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow what it meant to lose you,no one will ever know,our thoughts are always with you,your place no one can fill.In life we loved you dearly in death we love you still.There will always be a heartache and often a silent tear.But always a precious memory of when you were here.If tears would make a staircase and heartaches make a lane,We'd walk up the path to heaven and bring you home again.We hold you close within Our hearts and there you will remain to walk with Us through Our lives until We see you again.
Our Family chain is broken now and nothing seems the same,but as God calls us one by one,the chain will link again.~
Loving Father of Barbara, Angela and Laura Martin
Loving Grandfather of Deirdre,Katie,Victoria and Jonathan
Somewhere In Time
a song my husband and I danced to 1966 and one of our favorites during the transition from Doo wop to R&B
The Stars
Two beautiful songs I dedicate to my husband
My Immortal
Your Precious Love
A song that reminds me of my Robert
Stay Gold
Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 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 any effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
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 round the corner.
All is well
By Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
~We do not need a special day to bring you to our minds.The days we do not think of you are very hard to find.
Each morning when we awake we know that you are gone and no one knows the heartaches as we try to carry on.
Our hearts still ache with sadness and secret tears still flow what it meant to lose you,no one will ever know,our thoughts are always with you,your place no one can fill.In life we loved you dearly in death we love you still.There will always be a heartache and often a silent tear.But always a precious memory of when you were here.If tears would make a staircase and heartaches make a lane,We'd walk up the path to heaven and bring you home again.We hold you close within Our hearts and there you will remain to walk with Us through Our lives until We see you again.
Our Family chain is broken now and nothing seems the same,but as God calls us one by one,the chain will link again.~
