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 ever the 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

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  1. For you and our German friends I would like to add a beautiful poem by Michelangelo.
    Love, your sis

    Es sandte mir das Schicksal tiefen Schlaf.
    Ich bin nicht tot, ich tauschte nur die Räume.
    Ich leb in euch, ich geh in eure Träume.
    da uns, die wir vereint, Verwandlung traf.
    Ihr glaubt mich tot,
    doch dass die Welt ich tröste,
    leb ich mit tausend Seelen dort,
    an diesem wunderbaren Ort,
    im Herzen der Lieben.
    Nein, ich ging nicht fort,
    Unsterblichkeit vom Tode mich erlöste.

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