DEATH is nothing at all. my nephew have only slipped away into the next room, he is he, and you are you. Whatever he was to everyone, that he should always be. Call him by his old familiar name, speak of him in the easy way which you alway used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as he always laughed at the little jokes he enjoyed. Let his name be ever the household word that it always use to be, let it be spoken without effort, without the traced of a shadow on it. life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was; there is no unbroken continuity. Why should he be out of mind because he is out of sight? He will be waiting for us, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. ALL IS WELL CHIPPY. Aunty Ber, your Godfather George, Denese, Georgina, Alex, Uncle Clive, Kayleb and Nazir. We all love you dearly and you will be sadly missed.