Last words

Ok so I think I've said enogh about death and sadness in the last 2 weeks to last me a life time. I have run out of things to write in cards to the families and I really never thought I'd say this but I am TIRED of wearing black. I do have one last thing to post though. I found this while I was looking for something to put in a card that wasn't the stock standard sympathy sap, because firstly everyone always says the same thing and secondly sentimental sap just isn't meant for everyone, some people just deserve so much more.
So here it is my last words on death.

What is death?

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

which 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 everthe household word

that it always was.

Let it be spoken without affect,

without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same that it ever was.

There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind

because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,

for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just around the corner.

All is well

Henry Scott Holland