Waylon Luke Kitchens

By Henry Scott Holland

Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral

London 1847-1929

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.

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

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect.

Without the trace of shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was: there is 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.......

Thank you so much for the beautiful picture you did of Aaron for his website. That is one of my favorite pictures of him taken before he died.  In fact it is the wallpaper on my computer screens.  

May this poem comfort you as it comforts me.  Moms in pain.  I have it framed and sitting on my desk.  I read it everyday. 

I'm sure the boys are fine and I bet they know each other.  Aaron is probably teaching Waylon how to play basketball!  Thank you again and my deepest sympathies for your loss.  Love and God's blessings to Little Waylon.

--Sheri Stratz

Thanks for lighting a candle for Patrick.  You've created a beautiful tribute to Waylon...I can almost see his smile from heaven.  What a special angel!  I'm sure he's with you always.  God bless!