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"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 effect, 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 round the corner.
All is well"
Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918
Canon
of St. Paul’s Cathedral
When a loved One’s Gone
Those we love remain with us,
For love itself lives on.
And cherished memories
Never fade because a loved one’s gone
Those we love can never
Be more than a thought apart.
For as long as there is memory
They’ll
live on in the heart.
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