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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 are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,

speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone:

wear no formal 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 the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.

Let it be spoken without a tear.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was;

there is absolutely unbroken continuity.

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of your mind

because I am out of your sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere just around the corner.

All is well. Nothing is past. Nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before –

only better, infinitely happier … and forever.

We will all be one together.

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