"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 the old familiar name.
Speak of 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 that 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 an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am just waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well."

Henry Scott Holland (* 27. Januar 1847; † 17. März 1918)

Für einen liebenswerten Kollegen, der am 30.April 2008 noch mit mir gelacht hat, der 2 Tage später ganz allein in das Zimmer nebenan gegangen ist und nun, seit letzten Sonnabend nicht wieder kommen wird ...
Es macht mich traurig ohne Ende und nein, wir haben niemals gelernt damit umzugehen ...

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