Comfort.
It wasn't that long ago (actually a couple days ago) that I got the message from mom:
"Grandma passed"

My grandmother was in hospice for a few days by then, in pain, and in random strength levels. Some days she couldn't even open her eyes.
Now it's over. She's passed away, but I'm not as sad as you might think.
I know that she isn't really gone. She's just on her way to Heaven, a place with no pain.
All I want for Christmas is comfort in this time of mourning.

R.I.P Iva Parker (the name of my grandmother)