After my Dad died I came across this poem that gave me comfort each time I read it. So I kept it nearby held by a picture magnet.

9 Years later my brother Gary was in a car accident and in a coma for 6 months. Two weeks before Gary died, I rediscovered the poem. It had been near me all those years just next to my desk on my work cabinet, held up by the same small picture magnet.

Ironically, the picture was of Gary and I on our first horse "Tahoe." I took the picture and poem, framed and mounted them together on the wall. Now, everytime I pass I'm reminded he's still right here, just on the otherside of the door. It only takes an open heart.

Hope this poem brings you a little of the same comfort.


"Death is nothing at all. I have only
slipped away into the next room.

Whatsoever we were to each other, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in
the same easy way you always have. Laugh as we
always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed
together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same
as it always was. There is absolute unbroken
continuity. Why should I be out of your mind
because I am out of your sight? I am but waiting
for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well. Nothing is past. Nothing has been
lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was
before - - only better. Infinitely happier. We
will be one, together forever."

Updated: 22-Nov-2011