Death is not final at all.

I have only slipped away to 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.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

at the little things we shared.

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word

that it always was.

Let it be spoken naturally.

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

A life of goodness, humility, and hope

A profound love for the Lord.

That will never change.

Why should I be out of mind

just because I am out of sight?

I am only waiting for you.

For a time determined by God.

Somewhere. Very near.

Just around the corner.

All will be well.