Carol, When I lost my father, rather suddenly a few years ago, A friend sent me the following.

I found it a great source of strength and comfort. I hope it will do the same for you, and help you come to terms with your own loss.

Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all;

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow;

life means all that it ever meant.

Why should I be out of mind only because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval,

somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well,

With deepest sympathy

Bugsy