Death is hell and night and cold, if it isn't transformed by our faith. But that's just what is so marvelous, that we can transform death - Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Lewis noted that his grief, at times, felt like being intoxicated or dazed from a blow to the head: “. . . it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed.” It separated him from people, making it difficult to interact with them. “There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says . . . It is so uninteresting.” Yet he does did not desire to be alone. “I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.” Lewis describes what I have observed clinically: people in mourning want to be with people without having to talk with them. Family and friends can be helpful by just being there.

Nicholi, Armand (2002-04-03). The Question of God (p. 199). Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

“If we really believe what we say we believe—if we really think that home is elsewhere and that this life is a ‘wandering to find home,’ why should we not look forward to the arrival?”

Nicholi, Armand (2002-04-03). The Question of God (p. 239). Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

“I have seen death fairly often and never yet been able to find it anything but extraordinary and rather incredible. The real person is so very real, so obviously living and different from what is left, that one cannot believe something has turned into nothing.”

Nicholi, Armand (2002-04-03). The Question of God (pp. 233-234). Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Kindle Edition.

.. that there is nothing we can do with suffering except to suffer it? Who still thinks there is some device which will make pain not to be pain. it doesn't really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist's chair or let your hands lie in your lap. The drill drills on.

CS Lewis - A grief observed, pg 670 chapter 2

And then one or other dies (death). And we think of this as love cut short; like a dance stopped in mid-career - something truncated and therefore, lacking its due shape.

It (death of beloved) follows marriage as normally as marriage follows courtship or as autumn follows summer. It is not a truncation of the process but one of its phases; not the interruption of the dance, but the next figure.

Then comes the tragic figure of the dance in which we must learn to be still taken out of ourselves though the bodily presence is withdrawn, to love the very Her, and not fall back to loving our past, or our memory, or our sorrow, or our relief from sorrow, or our own love.

A grief observed - CS lewis, pg 678

I believe like a child that suffering will be healed and made up for, that all the humiliating absurdity of human contradictions will vanish like a pitiful mirage, like the despicable fabrication of the impotent and infinitely small Euclidean mind of man, that in the world's finale, at the moment of eternal harmony, something so precious will come to pass that it will suffice for all hearts, for the comforting of all resentments, for the atonement of all the crimes of humanity, of all the blood that they've shed; that it will make it not only possible to forgive but to justify all that has happened.

Dostoevsky

They say of some temporal suffering, "No future bliss can make up for it," not knowing that Heaven, once attained, will work backwards and turn even that agony into a glory

C.S Lewis