the late ron verhoeff

Photo Collage MySpace Editor MySpace Counters Comment Box MySpace Comments Death is nothing at all – (Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918). 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 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 always 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 effort, Without the ghost of a shadow in it, Life means all that it ever meant, It is the same as it ever was, There is absolute unbroken continuity, What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind, Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner, All is well.(This poem was read by Sylvia at the Tree and Ashes Planting Ceremony at Harry's garden plot in Amsterdam, late July 2008).