God saw you getting weary,
He did what He thought best;
He put His arms around you:
And said “Come and rest.”
He opened up His golden gates
On that heartbreaking day,
And with His arms around you,
You gently slipped away.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
You did not go alone;
A part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

O Divine Master, grant that I
may not so much seek to be
consoled...as to console;
to be understood...as to understand;
to be loved...as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning
that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are
born to eternal life.

St. Francis