Death is no more than passing from one room into another.
How futile are words in the ears of those who mourn.
When it seems that our sorrow is too great to be borne, let us think of the great family of the heavy-hearted into which our grief has given us entrance. And inevitably, we will feel about us their arms, their sympathy and their understanding.
We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.
