"In a loss, we grieve. Like poetry, dawns and twilights are the times we hold on to remember the losses in family members. We hurt when a young boy not quite in his prime passes on, and we say, "he could have had more that life can offer." And when someone departs almost past several scores, we do not count the years. We remember what blessings he had in his youth and the wisdom he in his years foretold."