It's indeed not in control. I was in matric when I lost my grandfather. That was first person dying Infront of my eyes. Scenes at home were dramatic and tragic. For even three days, I was like I am out of my conscious zone. Although, tears were stopped but my brain was flashing back to memories and my heart was yarning to see my grandfather. I had so many many memories.
It's those memories that you'll carry with you and which will keep him close to you always.
My grandfather was patient of diabetes and he was also paralyzed so I used to assist him while walking. That memory of holding his hand and walking with him, will always remain entrenched in memories book.
That's the way to do it.