Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you used to.
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 the household name it always was.
Let it be spoken without the shadow of a ghost in it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
What is death but a negligible accident.
Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight?
All is well, nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.