Those we love never truly leave us, Harry. There are things that death cannot touch.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Death is tough for the people left behind on earth.

I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

The mightiest power of death is not that it can make people die, but that it can make the people you left behind want to stop living.