Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly the same as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. What ever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air 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 it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. 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, some where very near, just around the corner. All is well!
Take care of Bobby......
Ride those Harley's together!!
Felix culpa, Big Daddy!!!
Still missing you, Love CupCake.