| 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 we used to. Put no difference in your tone, wear no
false air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed,
play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever
spoken without effort, without trace of shadow.
What is death but a negligible
accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of
sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere
very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Canon Henry Scott
Holland, ‘All is Well’
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