Im sorry for your loss Kathy. Here is something, I had to learn, a very long time ago.
What is Dying?
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side, spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her, until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud, just where the sea and the sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, "There! She's gone."
Gone where? Gone from my sight, --that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar, as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, and not in her. And just when someone at my side had said, "There! She's gone." there are others watching Her coming, and other voices ready to take up the Glad Shout, "There, She Comes!"
And that is dying.

(She was needed on the other side of the veil)