John P. Mc Loughlin (January 6, 1921 - July 6, 1976) Another anniversary of a great mans passing is, yet again, upon us. I cant help but use the words of the English poet, Henry Scott Holland, to give John the opportunity of speaking to those who he left behind. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to 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 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 effect. Without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. 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 around the corner. All is well. You will always be with us, John.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 02:11:03 +0000