Around the holidays I heard a poem read by Roma on WLS-AM radio, Chicago, about "I'm not really gone I'm only in the next room"... something like that. It was a beautiful poem on death and it's exceptance, I missed the name and author of this poem. (I think the title may have had the words Death and Fate in the title.) Any lead will be appreciated.

-- Jo Fox (marshfox1@aol.com), January 26, 2000