Bruce L. Cucuel

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 around the corner.
All is well.

by Rosamunde Pilcher

Cucuel, Bruce A.- Age 87, died Friday, July 11, 2008. He is remembered for his art, his teaching and his sense of humor. He served as Chairman of the Winter Park Sidewalk Art Festival.

He is survived by his wife, Gini W. Cucuel, 8 children, 13 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren.

Donations can be made in memory of Bruce L. Cucuel to Hospice of The Comforter.

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