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

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[Laura Mowat]

The above poem has been taken from the original which was written by Henry Scott Holland (1847 - 1918). The original is as follows:
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 which you always used, put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughrd at the little jokes we shared together. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is 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.