You know, when my Grandmother passed I couldn't cry and felt guilty about it. Then I felt comfort, almost as if she was saying "don't be silly, of course you're going to see me again!" This inner comfort has been with me ever since.
When the time comes, I wish everyone a speedy translation to the other side.
Until then, LIVE!
Transition is a much better word for it. Why do we have to give it the 'death' label I wonder?
I felt the same thing with my father's transition, though it took a few years before I was able to stop feeling sorry for myself and re-connect with him. And now he is with me always :)
Going to rehab was my liberation. They taught us to look inward and the first thing my councillor asked me to do was to write a letter to my father which was later burned. It was at this same clinic where I discovered 'The Secret' and life hasn't been the same since.
Happy days :)