The work of love in remembering one who is dead is a work of the MOST UNSELFISH love.
---But in no sense do the dead make repayment.
O, it is so dejecting that he remains quiet that is way down there in the grave while the longing after him grows, so dejecting that there is no change conceivable except the change of dissolution, more and more!
True, he is not difficult as the child can be at times; he does not cause sleepless nights, at least not by being difficult---for, remarkably enough, the good child does not cause sleepless nights, and yet the one who is dead causes the more sleepless nights the better he was.
O, if one were accustomed truly to love unselfishly, one would certainly remember the dead differently from the way one usually does after the first period, frequently rather brief, in which one loves the dead inordinately enough with cries and clamour.
The work of love in remembering one who is dead is a work of the freest (free-est) love.
Picture, thanks to Grieving Mothers
NASB = New American Standard Bible