Robert H. Rosenthal

Dad, I miss you and will always remember you and your unique qualities. I love you. I wrote a sad poem and will add later. So many people came to celebration in your apartment and told good stories about you and your life. Love, Nancy

There is no death; only transitions. One only slips away as if in the next room.

An individual that has made a transition is still who they are just as we are. So, whatever you were to each other, that you still are. Continue to call them by their old familiar name. Speak to them in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as you always laughed at the little jokes you enjoyed together. Pray, smile and think of...