Death is not ok. It was never supposed to happen to us. Jesus changed it, and made it the door to eternal life, but it is still a bad thing. He cried to see the cup before His eyes, on the night He was betrayed.
I think of this wonderful, promising little boy, baptized and of tender age, standing at the choir Mass with his family in the front row, with their hymnals open. I hope we did right by him. I hope that our prayer together prepared him to sing today with the angels.
O the happiness of the heavenly alleluia, sung in security, in fear of no adversity! We shall have no enemies in heaven, we shall never lose a friend. God’s praises are sung both there and here, but here they are sung by those destined to die, there, by those destined to live for ever; here they are sung in hope, there, in hope’s fulfillment; here they are sung by wayfarers, there, by those living in their own country. -St. Augustine