Marcus Harry Karavan II

Death is nothing at all---I have only slipped into the next room. Whatever we were to each other that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used. Laugh as we always laughed together; play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be the household word it always was. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of...