Death is Nothing At All

 In Pamelah Stevens, Relationships

Dedicated to my mother, Janice Stevens, whose birthday was April 16th, ’33. She lived to a well-seasoned 80 and slipped into the ‘next room’ on Dec. 18th, ’14.

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 of me in the easy way which 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 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 an effort,
Without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

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

What is this 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.
Henry Scott Holland

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