All Is Well

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
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 that 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 is always was
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it
Life means all 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 around the corner
All is well.


Cynthia Louise Van Paepeghem Geile,
July 10, 1953- Saturday, Jan. 31, 2009

This was sent to our family by some close friends. I think it sums up what we all want at the end of our journey


JAKE