My brother in law. A gentle giant.
Death is nothing at all....
I have only slipped away into the next room,
I am who I have always been.
And family you are just the same.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name, call me BP.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no differences in your tone.
Wear no forced air of sadness or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed; at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, and think of me. Gentile and willing.
As a family we will always be more than the sum of our parts.
I will always be a part. I am not missing, I am not gone, family endures.
Let my name be ever the household name that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that is ever meant.
It is the same as it always was. There is still an absolute unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
There is no reason that I should 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
