“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only
slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains
exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so
fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other; we are
still. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference
into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always
laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Life means all that it
ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken
continuity. I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief
moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of
parting when we meet again!” - Henry Scott Holland
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