Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room.
\nWhat ever we were to each other, we are that still.
\nCall me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy
\nway that you always always have. Laugh as we always
\nlaughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile and
\nthink of me, pray for me, let my name be the household word
\nthat it has always been. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means
\nall that it has ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, there is
\nabsolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of your mind
\nbecause I\u2019m out of your sight? I am just waiting for you, for an interval,
\nsomewhere very near, just around the corner.<\/p>\n
All is well.<\/p>\n
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Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped into the next room. What ever we were to each other, we are that still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way that you … Continue reading