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By Margie Dickey — Jul 10, 2013 8:35am

Correction to the last message!

Sir Lawrence Olivier wrote:

"Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you.  Whoever we were to each other, we are still.  Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me the easy way you always did. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air or solemnity or sorrow.  Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.  Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me.  Let it be spoken without effect, without ghost of a shadow on it.  Life means all that it ever meant.  It is the same as it ever was, absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, an interval, somehow very near, just around the corner."