"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints" Psalm 116:15
Only God, Himself, knows the sacredness, the solemn holiness of that priceless split second when His beloved child reports Home, at the very end of his or her earthly sojourn; the terminus of their commission in this temporal, physical realm among their fellow earthen vessels.
I would think there must be great, abounding joy; as witnessed in Christ's majestic welcoming home of the noble martyr, Stephen, or the tearful, but jubilant embrace of the prodigal's father, who breaks into a run to preempt his son's broken self-humbling remorse.
But I would imagine it cannot be without the most solemn sorrow; as in Jesus' deep groaning in spirit as He wept at the tomb of Lazarus, just moments before He rendered that tomb instantly obsolete and emptied it of its charge.
The moment His precious child sheds this body of death for once and for all and enters the Holy of Holies in spirit and in truth, and looks straight into the brilliant beyond brilliant eyes bursting with unfathomable LOVE for His dear, dear child.
Infinitely beyond the love any human father can know for his son.
This was Levi's moment as I imagine it, shared only, intimately, with His Lord, his Beloved, one year ago today.