all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. 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, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; 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! Lots of love dear Dad x. H Holland