Extract from a poem by Henry Scott-Holland 14th March 2012

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.