Remembering Betsy Burton
Betsy will always be remembered as a dear friend, family member, and colleague. This site represents a collection of memories, photos, music, and feelings from the many that knew and loved her. Although this collection can not represent all that Betsy was, perhaps it will serve as a place where those who feel her loss can come together - something Betsy would have loved.
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 are
still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me
in the easy way 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 ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all
that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was;
there is absolutely 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.
- Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918) |
