Looking back at the experience, Ellen White wrote:
When our noble Henry died, at the age of 16ówhen our sweet singer was borne to the grave, and we no more heard his early songóours was a lonely home. Both parents and the two remaining sons felt the blow most keenly. But God comforted us in our bereavements, and with faith and courage we pressed forward in the work He had given us, in bright hope of meeting our children who had been torn from us by death, in that world where sickness and death will never come (3LS, pp. 165, 166).