In Memory of AJ Baisley
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Baisley, Alexander “AJ”: 33, of Clayville, died January 7, 2018. Arrangements by Owens-Pavlot & Rogers Funeral Service Inc., Clinton.
Shayne’s father, AJ, suffered a head injury in a tragic fall in his home on Sunday, January 7th and passed shortly after. He will be missed forever by his 11 year old son, as well as his mother, father and many family members and friends. In honor of AJ, this memorial fund was established to help Shayne with his future needs. Thank you.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to 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 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.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.
Henry Scott Holland
Shayne’s father, AJ, suffered a head injury in a tragic fall in his home on Sunday, January 7th and passed shortly after. He will be missed forever by his 11 year old son, as well as his mother, father and many family members and friends. In honor of AJ, this memorial fund was established to help Shayne with his future needs. Thank you.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to 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 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.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.
Henry Scott Holland
Organizer and beneficiary
Christine Butler
Organizer
New Hartford, NY
Kathy Kaiser
Beneficiary
