At my church today there was a Homegoing... we call those funerals where the deceased had 'acceptied Jesus as their Savior' homegoings.  I knew Sister Rose enough to speak to her and share some things together.  Not necessarily enough to wrench my heart out, but surely enough to cry today... Sister Rose this is 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 the 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 I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well."

Henry Scott Holland 

Let us journey on... Sister Rose, you have a head start...