12-27-1952 / 3-20-2011
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove. Dance with me to the end of love.
I have only slipped away 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 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 have 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 effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It was the same as it ever was, an 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.
Henry Scott Holland