Through a devastating loss, perhaps we find a part of ourselves that is missing until that violent rupture. What was missing was a true understanding of the depths of love. We are undone, we are shattered, precisely because we loved another person so much. What can we do with that love? How can we carry it on when we cannot give it to the person it was once bestowed on? Perhaps we harness it. Perhaps grief is what love becomes in the aftermath of death.