This post is not meant to be morbid but I saw this the other day and it has really touched me. I wanted to share and maybe it will bring peace and tranquility to you, also.
“Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything has remained exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used to. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we have always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household work that always was. Let it spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and 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 but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.” AUTHOR UNKNOWN