She was past weeping, wrapped in the ineffable solitude of grief.

As the cortege wound slowly along, the queen whispered in a broken voice, "Here he is," and I knew that her dry eyes were seeing beyond the coffin a little boy in a sailor suit.

For a double grief came upon them, and a groaning for the remembrance of things past

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief

It's complete hell. It's like taking sorrow and grief and pain and stretching it out. You can't get past it because there is no closure of any kind.

He has a future and I have a past, so we should be all right.