Just think of him as resting~
From the sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort~
Where there are no days and years.

Think of how he must be wishing~
That we could know today,
How nothing but our sadness~
Can really go away.

And think of him as living~
In the hearts of those he touched...
For nothing loved is ever lost~
And he was loved so much.

~~Author Unknown~~