As we drove by that road today, with the weather the way it is… I thought of school. I thought of play-practice in that rambling house, on that road. I thought of staring at random crushes from the other end of the classroom. I thought of you and of me. And mostly, I thought of her.

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together
Is untouched, unchanged.
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 sorrow in your tone.
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
Life means all that it ever meant.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,for an interval,
Somewhere very near,just around the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt,nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall smile at the trouble of parting,
When we meet again...
- Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)