It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
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[...] Death is nothing at all. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. … [...]
Stunning… so damn stunning… when I die I want some thing like this carved in my headstone!
Stunning indeed! It reminds me of my favourite scene in ‘Wuthering Heights’ .
And yet something IS different, for I sense an emptiness in the air…..
The world has kissed my soul with its pain, asking for its return in songs
Great poem, i actually used this in my drama exam, was fantastic!
I absolutly loved this. I just lost someone I love very much and if he would have read this he would have loved it too! True, nothing should change, even though a lot does change. Just the fact that he is not here and I am unable to hear his laugh, hug him, be mad at him for stupid things, share and build more memories… all this changes things. Though, I know he is in a better place I will remember him with great love, I just wish I could have spoken to him once more the way we used to. I thank God for alowing me to have met him. I love you Ivan… R.I.P
Christina may God be with you and hold you close to His heart. I know it is just a thought, perhaps rather a prayer, but I sure hope he passes your message on to Ivan.
Will you do this for her please Father God and please provide her with some sort of proof that you have done so.
Thank you Abba Father, I believe in You and I also know that you listen when I call upon your Name.