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Am still so ill. Got busy drawing today. DOKTOR BAD. Hahaha. Ph33r him and his mustache.
Gahs. Its like: hack, cough, WHEEEZE aaaallllll day. ;-;
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 still are. Call me by my own familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, and think of me, pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was, there is absolute unbroken continuity. 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. Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again...