.  LULLABY OF DEATH  _For though our life may be   a thing to share, who is there   in this world to share our death?_  _ - Brodsky_  It's okay.  It's nothing at all.  It does not count.  Nothing has happened.  Everything remains the same.  I am I. You are you  and the old life  is unchanged, untouched.  Whatever we were  we are still.  Call me by the old familiar names.  Speak to me in the easy way  you always used.  