When death came to lead me away

On a less happy note, my paternal grandfather passed away last week and I wrote a couple of things just to crystallize my emotions. Here is the poem. I noticed that it's QUITE cheesy, but then I realized that it was probably because we all tend to think the same things when a loved one dies. We want to think that they're better off somehow, because that's the only thing that could justify their leaving us.  We want to think that we'll see them again someday, and that they can hear the thoughts in our heads.

When death came to lead me away,
I had already let go of life.
All I could see was an ocean of peace
Though in my youth, I knew both war and strife.

When death came to lead me away,
I could no longer speak.
But if I could say just one last thing,
I'd tell my beloved, "Don't weep for me."

When death came to lead me away,
The fluorescent lights began to fade.
Through the glow, I saw the ones I've lost.
No longer pained, no longer aged.

When death came to lead me away,
The pain began to dim.
I know that they will grieve for me,
But they are strong, and life will win.

When death came to lead me away,
I followed him gladly.