THE ROSE A rose once grew were all could see sheltered beside a garden wall. And, as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches,straight and tall....... One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide - The rose bent gently toward its warmth then passed beyond to the other side....... Now, you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted - The rose blooms there - Its beauty even greater now - nutured by God's loving care. Author Unknown
This is a favorite poem of mine that I hope gives you comfort. My heart understands your pain, my brother died this past Friday also, and while I know he is in a better place, I miss him.