135 For what comfort have I left but that I hope to come quickly to you, my brother, and that your departure will not cause a long severance between us, and that it may be granted me, through your intercessions, that you may quickly call me who long for you. For who is there who ought not to wish for himself beyond all else that “this corruptible should put on incorruption, and this mortal put on immortality”? that we who succumb to death through the frailty of the body, being raised above nature, may no longer have to fear death.
Source: On the Death of Satyrus (New Advent)