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 still
are.
Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way that you
always used.
Put no difference in your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or
sorrow.
Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household name 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 as it ever was; there is 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 round
the corner.
All is well......
(Henry Scott Holland, 1847-1918, Canon of St. Paul's
Cathedral)
