Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next door 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 usual way which you always used. Put no
difference into your tone, wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrows. Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes 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 effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was,
there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be
out of mind, because I am out of sight? I am but waiting
for you, for in the interval. Somewhere very near just
around the corner... All Is Well...
R.I.P.
Julia Kruschitz.
Ich werde dich sehr vermissen, ich hab dich lieb!
Ruhe in Frieden und werde glücklich