Tamara Dawn May June 05, 1964 - January 21, 2017
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 familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me.
What is this death but an 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.
Do not think of me as gone I am with you still in each and every dawn. Continue to Live Fearlessly.