Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
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!
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1000 people lose their lives in tiny Bulgaria every year due to reckless driving - one of the highest rates in Europe. This year my beautiful, talented, loving and happy brother became a part of this dark statistics at the age of 23. The man who killed him had previously caused another road accident with a fatal end for which he had gotten only a conditional sentence. He has regularly broken the traffic laws since with no punishment whatsoever. At the time of the accident with Niki, the killer drove with 215 km/h - nearly three times over the limit! If you speak Bulgarian, please like our Facebook page where you can follow our fight for stricter laws so we can stop the war on the road. And PLEASE sign our petition!
