"Who is Albert? Ah, that is something for you to find out, right here, in this remarkable book."

excerpt from Neale Donald Walsch's foreword of Signals

In Loving Memory of Albert Fleites
October 5, 1961 - June 1, 1994

"Best friends are one soul in two bodies"
- Benjamin Franklin

'Tis not the many oathes that make the truth,
But the plain single vow that vow'd true.
- William Shakespeare
All's Well that Ends Well

Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all. I have 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 old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed, at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Pray, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without trace of shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was, there is no unbroken continuity. What is 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 very near, just around the corner.