Little one, do not fear the cold. Do not fear the slow sleep, the gasping. Do not fear the heaviness of your body, or the silence, or the slipping of time.
Do not fear, oh my brave sweetheart.
Are we all not temporary? Are we all not simply in existence, a small mark upon this vast world. Yet we are all important. We are all cherished, we all smile and cry and make merry and have sorrow. We all will pass. So do not fear the passing.
Oh, be brave, my darling! You are not alone! Though your ears may fail you, my voice will still wash over you in these last moments. Though your eyes may fail you, I am right here.
Hush, my dear. Do not fear t