Tribute

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 we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which we always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without an effort, without a trace of shadow in it.

Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely 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 waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere near, just around the corner. All is well.

Pamela is survived by her son John Gates and three grandchildren.
A celebration of life will be announced at a later date.