Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you, whatever we where to each other we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used to, put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together, let my name ever be 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 around the corner. All is well.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 21:33:39 +0000
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