It was good that she remembered him, though it was exhausting to do so.
No rest for the weary. Or the dying. Or the dead.

Caterpillar dun' become butterfly-caterpillar die so butterfly can be. A new thing. We all must let ourselves die to be what we will be. But we cling to what we know.

Then I looked out onto the horizon myself and realized that loss is the same wherever you go: overwhelming, inexorable, deafening. How resilient human beings are that we can learn slowly to carry on when we are left all alone, left to fill the void as best we can. Or disappear into it.

Done to death by slanderous tongues

Death without dread of death is welcome death

A detective sees death in all the various forms at least five times a week.