Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

God gives us enemies so we will appreciate those who love us.

I'm not a fan of people romanticizing their loved ones in death.

Weekend is pointless unless you spend it with your loved ones...

Losing an unsaved loved one is hell, but that doesn’t mean that you need to go there yourself by turning away from God. Don’t make the same mistake he or she did.