After Dad died Mum was given a card with the following. I often read it and think of him but also read it from my Aunts perspective - still in this world but cocooned within the AD shell, however most of it seems appropriate.
Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without a trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
"...speak to me in the easy way which you always used." - that's the bit isn't it?
Don't be afraid to tell them the wonderful news, they are still with you, within you. I "tell" Dad all sorts of news - ok so if it's out loud I make sure there are no white coats around waiting to whisk me away - or I tell Aunty - whether she comprehends is impossible to know. Usually I speak with my thoughts - it still hurts like hell but maybe thats part of the "time will heal" process?
To you both and all others in a similar situation, send your children hearty congratulations and good wishes for a future full of excitement. Tell them to live a full and rewarding life as those you now miss would have wanted.
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