This is a verse our father dedicated to our mother when she died. I think he would like it to be here on his behalf: "Though I am dead, grieve not for me with tears, Think not of death with sorrowing and fears. I am so near that every tear you shed Touches and tortures me, though you think me dead… But when you laugh and sing in glad delight My soul is lifted upward to the light. Laugh, and be glad for all that LIFE is giving And I, though dead, will share your joy in LIVING"