“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and 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 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 but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round 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 laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again! “
–Henry Scott Holland
My cousin sent the text above to me the other day and I’ve been thinking on it and reading it over and over. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. While parts of it do not ring completely true, i do like the overall theme. The idea that one has simply stepped into another room. I believe that Hope would want to be thought of in this way. She would want to be talked of in familiar tones, she would want us to laugh at things we once all laughed at, she would want us to not force any solemnity, she would want her name to be the household name that it’s always been. I’m working towards practicing this more, at times it’s still too hard to always mention her name and that’s OK. but more and more its getting comfortable to mention her name and things she enjoyed. And i like it. Something about mentioning her name or mentioning how she would like or dislike something has helped it seem as if she IS just in the other room, in a good way.
Below are my favorite lines. I get chills every time i read these lines. There is a deep truth hidden in these lines. A truth that one day we will all understand, a truth that i don’t fully understand but that my skin does. Its as if my body itself is reacting to a truth that it once knew, and that it will know again.
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.
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 round the corner.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!