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What Is Death
The following words by Cannon Scott Holland
(1847-1918), which have given great comfort to many at time of
bereavement expresses what we feel is true about death.
‘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, 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
we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it
always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the
ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is
absolutely 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 around the corner.
All is well.’
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