My Name Is NOT Cancer

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped 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 old familiar name; speak to 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 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 effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of your mind because I am out of your sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.

All is well

(Henry Scott Holland)