I guess I just process death differently than some folks. Realizing you're not going to see that person again is always the most difficult part about it. But that feeling settles, and then you are glad you had that person in your life, and then the happiness and the sadness get all swirled up inside you.

So much of promised usefulness to one's country, and of bright hopes for one's self and friends, have rarely been so suddenly dashed, as in his fall.

The nearest friends can goWith anyone to death, comes so far shortThey might as well not try to go at all.

Grief makes one hour ten.

Short time seems long in sorrow's sharp sustaining.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.