Yes, I used that same title a few days ago. It's the traditional phrase to speak upon hearing of a death and, sadly, my dear friend R.'s father passed away this morning after a long illness. I was privileged to spend time with he and R. last night and say goodbye.
A long post will follow eventually; I tried to write, but it didn't work. The short version: When I learned a few years ago about hakhnasat orhim, the mitzvah of welcoming strangers just like Abraham did with the angels, I immediately thought of Mr. S. (I could never bring myself to call him by a first name, as if I was still 14. I guess part of me always will be.) His home was open to me after a long journey when I most needed a friend, and a family. He and R. have been a blessing in my life beyond any words I can think of right now.
Last night was Selihot, the opening of the gates of heaven in preparation for the New Year. But I think they opened just for Mr. S., whose soul deserved the grandest possible welcome.