'Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in the way in which our visual field has no limits.'
This is mainly a thoughtfully written and chronological—yet anachronistic—series of notes by a parent on the death of their child.
Dickinson, Hegel, and love. The word 'corpse'. The then and the now; time frozen.
Written by a poet, this is a book I recommend to all fellow persons in grief.