Death is nothing at all (the sting is gone).
I have only slipped away into the next room.
(As always) 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, (remember) 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.
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.
adapted from Henry Scott Holland
(1847-1918)
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral
and then
You can shed tears that I am gone,
or you can smile because I lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that I'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all I left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see me,
or you can be full of the love we shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember me only that I am gone,
or you can cherish my memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what I would want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
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