Death is Nothing at All

Death is nothing at all.
Whatever we were to each other we still are.
Call me by my only familiar name.
Talk to me in the same easy way you always have.
Laugh as we always laughed.
Play, smile, think of me.  Pray for me.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is as it always was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
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 very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is past.
Nothing has been lost.
One brief moment and all will be
as it was before
only better.
Infinitely happier.
We will be one, together, forever.

- Anonymous


Melissa Christopher Crawford

April 3, 1967 - May 20, 2000