Ave Atque Vale
There shall be sad partings,
And farewells exchang’d
As we move through
Turnstiles of living;
Tears are no better than laughter
For those who hold love true.
In this connection let me quote here the poem by Catullus:
Through many countries and over many seas
I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,
to show this final honour to the dead,
and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,
since now fate takes you, even you, from me.
Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly,
now at least take these last offerings, blessed
by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead.
Accept, by custom, what a brother’s tears drown,
and, for eternity, Brother, ‘Hail and Farewell’.
Gaius Valerius Catullus