The halls were quiet and empty. Standing there just listening to the silence one could hear the walls speak. Listen hard enough and they would tell the tales of the past. Sing the songs of time gone by. Laughter, love, sadness, and hate would all ring clear in their voices. Victories and defeats would harmonize the sound.
His voice is still very much a part of the woodwork and detail of this historic estate. Footsteps belonging to his ever steady pace echo in the air, quieted by time. Words of wisdom and comfort are held deep in the hearts of those who knew him well, and yet even in those who realized his presence as a fleeting memory.
This is the past as it weighs heavily on the future. The laughter will not visit here today and perhaps not in the time to come. A body lost though the soul remains where it has done most good. Among those loved and cherished beyond what words could express, in this place of high stature, lore, and power. Those who wander these corridors today find their minds not on task, but in a different place and time. A place where happiness reigns and death cannot be found. In such a time where mortality was never questioned and life lived to the fullest.
What is to become of these days ahead? Will love and joy be found again or doomed to forever lie beneath mourning, never to be seen. Can these people who loved this man so, ever return to the ways they knew before his passing?
Good men must die, but death can not kill their names.
They will endure. Love and laughter will return one day, be it mixed with the sadness and hate. Defeat will show its face once more only to be demolished as victory over powers, erasing its foe with ease. Life will commence and all times, good and bad, shall be shared among the ones who roam these halls. In time it will be as if nothing changed. The ripples will fade and again there shall be calm waters. For now, but not always. Moments such as these are forever woven into the pattern of life lived by the ones he touched.
He will forever be missed and the wounds that remain from his death will diminish slowly, yet never heal. Grief and sorrow will rule on high for some time to come but eventually fall. It is because memories live forever as long as there is someone to remember. The number of people whom have been touched by his kindness and love are too many to count and he shall rest knowing that his time on Earth was well spent. For if you have changed even one life, you have succeeded in your own.
Rest in peace among those gone before, John Spencer. Eternity is just your beginning as you watch over those whom you have touched. Watch them grow and touch others as you did them. Your time here on Earth is through, but Heaven waits with open arms and Angels sing in lifted voices. Be at peace, for you have more than earned this reward.