Death is never the end, but if you live in the past you will surely suffer and tarnish the loss you have felt within.

People live on inside us for as long as we allow them to do so, we all need to hang on to those we miss.

I need to say goodbye although your with me,

I stand beside your grave, yet you are here

I miss you terribly and I hope you miss me,

But when I turn to you, your always near

I talk to you as though you lived within me,

Not changed but simply moved in from outside

I know each day you must a little leave me,

But here, as always, you must be my guide

You were, and are, and will be, just as ever,

I’m many minds, and hearts not only mine

No physical event can such love sever,

Death is a dimension, not a line

And so goodbye does not mean you are gone,

So long as I still love you, you live on.

- Anonymous