Another poem i found helpful--
eespecially when coupled with
the notion that for the soul,
leaving the body could be like
slipping a tight shoe off your
foot--a freedom and a comfort:

THEY SOFTLY WALK

They are not gone who pass
Beyond the clasp of the hand,
Out from the strong embrace.
They are but come so close
We need not grope with hands,
Nor look to see, nor try
To catch the sound of feet.
Tehy have put off their shoes
Softly to walk by day
Within our thoughts, to tread
At night our dream-led paths
Of sleep.

They are not lost who find
The sunset gate, the goal
Of all their faithful years.
Not lost are they who reach
The summit of their climb,
The peak above the clouds
And storms. They are not lost
Who find the light of sun
And stars..and God!

The are not dead who live In
hearts they leave behind.
In those whom they have blessed
They live again,
And shall live throught the years
Of eternal live, and grow
Each day more beautiful
As time declares theur good,
Forgets the rest and proves
Their immortality.
      -Hugh Robert Orr