I think loss of loved ones is the hardest blow in life.

Despite our ever-connective technology, neither Skype nor Facebook - not even a telephone call - can come close to the joy of being with loved ones in person.

I'd like to think that I don't have any animosity toward Simpson. He didn't kill my loved ones. There's a lot that he does and says that I don't appreciate and makes me want to come to the defense of the (Brown) family.

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

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

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