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this poem is lovely. i want it read at my funeral...
"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.
Let my name be ever the household
word that it always was, let it be
spoken without effort, without the
trace of a shadow on it. Life means
all that it ever meant. It is the same
as it ever was; there is 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."
"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.
Let my name be ever the household
word that it always was, let it be
spoken without effort, without the
trace of a shadow on it. Life means
all that it ever meant. It is the same
as it ever was; there is 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."