I, too, received some words that comforted me just last year. Perhaps they'll help even if in a small way.

A Matter of Perspective

I am standing on the seashore A ship spreads her sails to the morning breeze And starts for the ocean I stand watching her until she fades on the horizon And someone at my side says "She is gone."

Gone where? The loss of sight is in "me", not in "her" Just at the moment when someone says "She is gone" There are others who are watching her coming Others' voices take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!" And that is dying.