Death Is Nothing At All

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 we always used.

Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced smile of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we  enjoyed together.

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.

Canon Henry Scott Holland