I think that dealing with a loss can never be fully understood by people outside of the situation. There is beauty in decay and death, in a sense that somehow although some things that seem gone are still with us. In spirit.
From the eulogy I liked this the most
Each day is a blank canvas to be painted the way we wish it to be
Thanks Mary, much appreciated. It's not been eas despite being reasonably accustomed to the concept of death.