Death, where is your sting?

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 which you always used. Put no difference in to your tone; wear no forced air og solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as ( Read more... )

There was nothing, of course, she hadn't made the journey. But even so it seemed to him that the air where he sat was charged, alive. He had been looking forward to this appointment so deeply, for so long, that the spot itself seemed to have been affected by his longing. It was hard to understand how the tourists bustling around him would fail to ( Read more... )