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Sabina T. StryjewskiJanuary 1, 1926 ~ September 28, 2017 (age 91)
Mrs. Sabina T. Stryjewski (nee Lebiodzianka), 91, longtime resident of Stickney, Illinois, and known to endearing neighbors as “Sally”, passed away to be with Our Lord on September 28, 2017. Born in Poland January 1, 1926, Sabina was a survivor of World War II and devoted wife of the late Benjamin J. Stryjewski, MSGT USAF Freedom Fighters 496 Fighter Squadron and World War II Veteran, married in Wiesbaden, Germany in 1947. Loving mother of Janet (Harold) Howard, the late Lawrence, Susan (late George) Lane, Karen, and Christine (Kevin), proud grandmother of Jennifer and Matthew, and great-grandmother to Liam. Sabina enjoyed reading, sewing, cooking, gardening, and nature. Fluent in German and Russian, she visited friends and family in Europe on many occasions. A kind and compassionate woman, she loved children and her pets, and was actively involved in donating to veterans’ causes as well as charities abroad. The family wishes to extend their gratitude to Sabina’s caregivers, and the Advocate at Home hospice staff for their dedication and support in her final days. Visitation will be held at Kopicki’s Heritage Funeral Home, 3117 S. Oak Park Ave., Berwyn, IL 60402 on Tuesday, October 3, 2017 from 3:00 pm to 8:00 pm.
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
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 round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!