I read a translation of the above at my father’s funeral the other day. It’s a poem that came to my attention completely randomly, and I thought it said some very meaningful things about life and death. It was found in Gaucin, Spain, and as far as I am aware it is completely anonymous.
I’ve translated it as best as I could.
“Death is nothing. It is merely as if one went to sleep in the adjacent room.
I go on being me, and you go on being you, and we go on being the same to one another.
Follow me calling as you once did, and follow me speaking as you did before.
Go on smiling as if I were still here. Think of me, pray for me and ensure my name is always spoken in a natural manner, without shadows surrounding it.
Death is a natural process and I still go on in your heart, even when you do not see me, I will always be by your side.
Life goes on and all is well.”