“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality, but through which they continue to occupy out thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were travelling abroad.”
~ Marcel Proust
I like this idea.
As I say goodbye today, I have decided from now on I shall think of all people I know who pass, as simply moving abroad.