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 still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way that
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 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 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. Whyshould I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you,
for an interval,somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.
Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Canon of St. Pauls Cathedral