Death Is Nothing At All.

Death is nothing at all

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 old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way 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 always 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 in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

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.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!



This is the poem I spoke of whilst Jeydon was on hospice care, sleeping away in our living room on the couch he died on. I couldn't find the poem anywhere, and just found it in the information section of someone's YouTube video. I had that poem in an email from a friend who sent me it originally, but it got deleted somehow, someway.

Fly away my sweet, sweet brother.
I love you.

K xx.