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 which you always used.
Put no difference in your
tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed
together.
Pray, 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 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.
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