Birth date: Apr 24, 1941 Death date: Oct 9, 2025
James Symons, 84, Lewes, Delaware 2 Corinthians 5:8 “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of our beloved Read Obituary
Daddy, someone else has your number now.
I knew eventually this would happen, but knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.
For a while, that number gave me somewhere to send all the things I wasn’t finished telling you.
I don’t need it to love you.
I don’t need it to remember you.
And I certainly don’t need it to keep talking to you.
So I’ll let the number belong to someone else now.
But “Daddy” will always belong to you.
I love you.
Talk to you later.
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, and 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 an 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.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Henry Scott Holland
Henry Van Dyke
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads his white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. He is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch him until, at length, he hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, he is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. He is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as he was when he left my side.
And, he is just as able to bear his load of living freight to his destined port.
His diminished size is in me -- not in him.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, he is gone,"
there are other eyes watching him coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here he comes!"
Daddy, I saw a shirt the other day it said stay tomorrow needs you. While shirt itself upset me, I just couldn’t think about anything other than stay, your daughter needs you. I need you more than you know and I miss you more than you will ever imagine. I love you with all my heart and I wish you would’ve stayed.
With all my My Love
Your daughter
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
I miss you Daddy, I wish you were here. I miss all our talks and I miss how much you showed me how much you loved me. I see it in everything. Thanks for all the signs. You are there and I am here and there doesn’t know how lucky they are.
