re-posted from Carolina's blog (https://shenandoahglory.home.blog/) Thank you, sweetie.

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 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 always 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 effort, without the ghost of a shadow in it.

Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?
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.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost.
One brief moment
and all will be as it was before;
we shall laugh about the trouble of parting when we meet again.

Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918