Our birth is but a sleep and a
forgetting,
The soul that rises with us,
our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere it's setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do
we come,
From God, who is our home.
~William Wordsworth
Please accept my deepest sympathy for your loss.