Maybe someone is grieving and would find peace reading this: Message from the internet written by Henry Scott Holland who lived between 1847 and 1918. This has brought me comfort and i thought you might like it too.
  "I Am Waiting for You"
  "Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.
  Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I and you are you.
  And the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. 
Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should we be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.  All is well."