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 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 effect, without the trace of a shadow in it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
I am waiting for you, for an interval, some-where very near, just around the corner. All is well. By Henry Scott Holland, 1847-1918 Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral, London There was never so fine a friend, or so steady a spirit, that has graced my life before or since. You are missed every day that I continue to breathe. .