Darryl Johnson

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, where no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the jokes we shared together. let my name ever be 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 met, 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.