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All is well

by | Mar 11, 2009

While writing my Grandmother’s eulogy, I looked online for inspiration and for something meaningful to read…

This poem struck me as particularly appropriate.

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped into the next room.

I am I and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other

that we are still.

 

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, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word

that it always was.

Let it be spoken without affect,

without the 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.

 

All is well.

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