Hey there my little Laurence! I can't tell you how many times I have thought about you these past few months. My commuter ferry from N.J. (can you believe I live in N.J. now - ugh!) comes in at Wall Street every morning and every evening and I can't help but look up to where the twin towers stood and think of you each time! After attending your beautiful and extremely moving memorial, I found this poem and thought it would be perfect for you, your friends and family -hope you like it, here goes: Death Is Nothing At All/Henry Scott Holland/ (1847-1918) 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 which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed At all the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, Without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; There is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligable 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...xoxo, Janny