In loving memory of my free-spirirted son, Jon-Eric Barwise.
"Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of shadow upon it. Life means 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 around the corner.
All is well."
Love, your free-spirited Father

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