Although it is a sad occasion to lose a husband, a father or a child, I have to believe that even in the time of darkest sorrow and pain, there is the balance of light and good that comes from it. During the long months Prince Friso spent since his accident, I can't help but feel that his loved ones, in solidarity, formed an even closer relationship with each other as they struggled to cope. They were given time to come to understand that while there is always hope, there is also the reality that sometimes recovery is just not to be. They had time to say what they held in their hearts to him and to each other and it gave them time to accept they needed to let him go.
He has gone home and I sincerely hope that the family believes that its never goodbye, but until we meet again.