For my beloved son, Mark Anthony - I know you are safe now... * In your hearts, I have not passed away - I have just slipped into the next room. I am still I, and you are still you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the same 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. Smile...think of me...remember me... Let my name be ever the household word it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without a trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. 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... * Be at peace, my darling Mark; until we meet again... All My Love, Mum XXXX