My deepest condolences. May these few words from the Holy Scriptures bring you comfort...
John 11:32-45
32 And so Mary, when she arrived where Jesus was and caught sight of him, fell at his feet, saying to him: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” 33 Jesus, therefore, when he saw her weeping and the Jews that came with her weeping, groaned in the spirit and became troubled; 34 and he said: “Where have YOU laid him?” They said to him: “Lord, come and see.” 35 Jesus gave way to tears. 36 Therefore the Jews began to say: “See, what affection he used to have for him!” 37 But some of them said: “Was not this [man] that opened the eyes of the blind man able to prevent this one from dying?”
38 Hence Jesus, after groaning again within himself, came to the memorial tomb. It was, in fact, a cave, and a stone was lying against it. 39 Jesus said: “TAKE the stone away.” Martha, the sister of the deceased, said to him: “Lord, by now he must smell, for it is four days.” 40 Jesus said to her: “Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” 41 Therefore they took the stone away. Now Jesus raised his eyes heavenward and said: “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. 42 True, I knew that you always hear me; but on account of the crowd standing around I spoke, in order that they might believe that you sent me forth.” 43 And when he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice: “Laz´a·rus, come on out!” 44 The [man] that had been dead came out with his feet and hands bound with wrappings, and his countenance was bound about with a cloth. Jesus said to them: “Loose him and let him go.”
45 Therefore many of the Jews that had come to Mary and that beheld what he did put faith in him;
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http://www.watchtower.org/e/20080701/article_01.htm
When God calls little children
to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometime question
The wisdom of his love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
who does so much to make our world,
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold,
so he picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few,
to make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still
somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs,
We who are left behind
must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.
