Jessica, Here is the text from a translation from the year 730 ad that I hope can give you some comfort Not an End of Loving Come make an end of singing come make an end of grief but not an end of loving no ne'er and end of love. I made this song, beloved with bitter weeping eye, and yet I know that by God's grace we two shall see each other's face, and stand together hearts as one, those constant hearts shall rest as one. You know I've always said O bla Di... that life goes on...Daddy's dying is not an end of loving. He is with you each and every moment of each and every day and continues to love you, your sisters and all of us every day despite the space between.