In loving memory of my Papa who passed away into the next room on 14th of this month 2003.
...Sometimes I wish I had not this sense of seeing things in advance :: My first ever blog

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I. 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 same easy way which you always used to, put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow, laugh as we always laughed at little jokes we enjoyed together.
Pray, smile, think of me, let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without trace of 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.