Don't really have words to express the emptiness he left behind.
May we who are left behind find comfort in these words:
The embodied soul casts away old and takes up new bodies as a man changes worn-out garments for new.
Weapons cannot cleave it, nor the fire burn, nor do the waters drench it, nor the wind dry.
It is uncleavable, it is incombustible, it can neither be drenched nor dried.
Eternally stable, immobile, all-pervading, it is for ever and for ever.
It is unmanifested, it is unthinkable, it is immutable, so it is described; therefore knowing it as such, you should not grieve.
Even if you think of it as being constantly subject to birth and death, still, you should not grieve.
For certain is death for the born, and certain is birth for the dead, therefore what is inevitable ought not to be a cause of your sorrow.
