A funeral is always a farewell and a parting. Inevitably we often hope to be reunited and we hope sometime to have a better understanding of life and all it's confusion and memories. In 1917 Helen Thomas saw her husband Edward, father of her two children off to the war in France. the letter she wrote him contained these words. She was never to see him again. Her letter was in his pocket when he was killed.
My darling, my own soul, I know that this pain will go and calm and even happiness come again, just as this snow will melt and let the Spring come, for the earth is life moving all the time and in our souls love is eternal. And that's all that matters. All that matters is that we love each other and that sooner or later we shall understand as we cannot understand now.