Pauline,
In surfing about, I came upon your message. There are times when we feel totally devoid of hope or feelings - I hope that the following will help.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am me and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other; that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh, as we always laughed, at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere around the corner.
All is well.
Issy