Two things. First, having recently read my way through your stories, I must say thank you for the wonderful characterizations and excellent plot. So, thank you. Second, I thought you might like another poem that I went and looked for when my mother died this past November. "Death is nothing at all" by Henry Scott Holland. He was Canon of Saint Paul's Cathedral
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.
I'm very sorry to hear about your loss, the death of a family member is always so hard. It's nice to have words like these to remind us of what they meant to us and that, just because we don't see them physically, they will always be with us. Thanks for sharing this with me.
And I'm very flattered that you have enjoyed my stories so much. Thank you.
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.
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And I'm very flattered that you have enjoyed my stories so much. Thank you.
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