Do not grieve, for that will grieve me.

I shall not return, but some day you will come to me, your violin at your chin, and the bow drawn across the strings to greet me.

See that it tells me of the beautiful world you have left--for it is a beautiful world, David; never forget that.

And if sometime you are tempted to think it is not a beautiful world, just remember that you yourself can make it beautiful if you will.
You are among new faces, surrounded by things and people that are strange to you.

Some of them you will not understand; some of them you may not like.