My mum's choice

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 are still
Call me by my own familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that 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!

My mum chose this poem to have read at her funeral. I am trying very hard to honour those words because I know it's what she wanted. It would have pained her so much to know that she would miss it all. But I think what she as most afraid of was how we would deal. That's who she was. Always thinking about us first. And I know that she was worried. And scared. She was the heart of the family. And now we have to do it on our own. 

I just really wish I could talk to her.