I received this from a friend so I thought I would share it with you.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away to the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains the exactly as it was. I am I and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. What ever we wee 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 in tour 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 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 negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, something where very near, just around the corner. All is well.