Rest in peace, dear man.

As a daughter you'll go on, as we survivors do
As love is never lost, but lives on.
In every gesture you learned from him
In every inflection that you unknowingly adopted
In certain feature, or looks that you inherited
A certain curve of jaw, or cowlick you battle
And in every decent, kind moment
Part of him lives on in you
And through you, in lives of others
People die, but love never does
It lives on, as we do,
And the universe is a better place for it.