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 you always use.
Put no difference in your tone, wear no iced air of solemnity or sorrow….
What is death but negligible accident?
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, Anglican priest