Here is a beautiful prayer/poem/blessing for the dead or dying.
I like to say this whenever I honour my Ancestors or are doing hospice work.
Let the words carry on the wind, and speak from a place of love. Tears, of course, are allowable.
“Beloved one, you are dying (dead),
But you are not alone.
We are here with you
The beloved dead await you.
You go from Love
Carry with you
May our Love carry you
And open the way.”– Starhawk