Sometimes death is an ending.
Sometimes it's a sudden finish of unfinished plans or a stop in day-to-day continuity.
For some reason though, right now I see it as some kind of a step forward, from a conjecture that didn't represent you much anymore. I have the feeling you finished what you set out to do and moved on.
Literally, moved on.
At least, that's how I want to see it; I'm not so sure about this at the moment.
Rest in peace.