Katie Boyle who was an agony aunt published this poem very many years ago.

Still as poignant today and appreciated by so many.

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…

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.


Henry Scott Holland was a canon of St. Paul’s, London, from 1892 until his death in 1918.