My condolences to Peters family.
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 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
we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it
always was, let it be spoken without effect, without
a shadow of a ghost in it. Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is no 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 around the corner........ All is well.
