While not wishing to intrude, Whickerman, I'd like to share a poem that someone, totally unknown to this day, left in the Registry Book at my Grandfather's funeral... I often read it and I'd simply hope it brings comfort to you at this difficult time...
Three days.
6 hours.
No sleep.
For when he died,
He lived all he could.
For when he suffered,
He never showed it.
For all the grieving,
He was there
Even if he couldn't show us.
For when his sister died of the same disease,
He was stronger,
more alive,
More powerful.
He died in the end.
With a smile he passed on.
With all he did
He lives in all of us
Even if they couldn't feel it.
He needs us more than ever
To tell our children
About the good,
Never about the bad.
He taught me that,
He taught my mom that,
He taught his daughter,
He taught everyone.
Shalom....