The following verse is a well known one by A L Frink, but nevertheless an adaptation of the original. I post this for any of you have lost loved ones.
A rose once grew where all could see
Sheltered beside a garden wall
And as the days passed swiftly by
It spread its branchest straight and tall.
One day a beam of light shone through
A crevice that had opened wide -
The rose bent gently towards 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,
Natured by God's own loving care
Rest in peace Aunty Barbare reunited with Uncle Stan