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 were. I am I, you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched and unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak to me in 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 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 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 death but a negligible accident? 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: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 16:20:43 +0000
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