When it seems that our sorrow is too great to be borne, let us think of the great family of the heavy-hearted into which our grief has given us entrance. And inevitably, we will feel about us their arms, their sympathy and their understanding.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.