Death Is Nothing At All - Henry Scott Holland
I have just slipped away into the next room. I am I,you are you. Whatever we were to each other,that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the asy 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 before.
Play,smile,think of me,pray of 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? What 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.
