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Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 12:34:21 EDT
Subject: Death Is Nothing At All
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It's not for me to question what people are feeling, or why or how people 
will and have reacted to John's passing.  I offer this piece through -- as 
the author was the canon of St. Paul's Cathedral, it's a safe bet it was 
known to John.  It certainly reminds me of someone I respected as an artist, 
and mourn as a man.

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 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.  Let my name be ever the household word it always 
was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant,
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind, because I am out of sight.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, 
Somewhere near, just around the corner.
All is well.
                        --- Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)