John died after a long battle with throat cancer.
His step-grandchildren of his second wife Margaret Fariello-Celli, called him Papa Johnny.
Johnny was survived by wife Margaret Fariello-Celli and his two sons, Richard Paul Celli and John Celli, from his first marriage to Jean (Jennie) Orsini-Celli.
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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 your 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 ~ better, infinitely happier and forever ~ we will be together.
By: Henry Scott Holland
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His step-grandchildren of his second wife Margaret Fariello-Celli, called him Papa Johnny.
Johnny was survived by wife Margaret Fariello-Celli and his two sons, Richard Paul Celli and John Celli, from his first marriage to Jean (Jennie) Orsini-Celli.
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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 your 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 ~ better, infinitely happier and forever ~ we will be together.
By: Henry Scott Holland
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John died after a long battle with throat cancer.
His step-grandchildren of his second wife Margaret Fariello-Celli, called him Papa Johnny.
Johnny was survived by wife Margaret Fariello-Celli and his two sons, Richard Paul Celli and John Celli, from his first marriage to Jean (Jennie) Orsini-Celli.
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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 your 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 ~ better, infinitely happier and forever ~ we will be together.
By: Henry Scott Holland
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His step-grandchildren of his second wife Margaret Fariello-Celli, called him Papa Johnny.
Johnny was survived by wife Margaret Fariello-Celli and his two sons, Richard Paul Celli and John Celli, from his first marriage to Jean (Jennie) Orsini-Celli.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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 your 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 ~ better, infinitely happier and forever ~ we will be together.
By: Henry Scott Holland
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