So you say I should be happy because they are not suffering anymore, be happy that they are in a better place, be joyful that their time is done. I tell you the pain is too much and has brought me to my knees in sorrow. The cold of death has taken from me yet again and yet death whispers in my ear to be happy they are in a better place, be joyful that they do not suffer anymore and be thankful that it wasn't you I came for this time my child. Your pain is great but your joy should be much because I never take without giving you something to fill in that hole in your soul.