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 are still.
Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in
the easy 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
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 effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is
the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why
should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am just waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just around the corner …
All is
well.
“Epitaph”
– Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
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