Infinitely deep are the pain pockets of grief — these voids cause and fill with tears at a moment's notice no matter how much time has elapsed, yet as that salty water continuously almost drowns drains, the infinite darkness of despair makes space for infinitely greater amounts of Light to enter our domains.

I've said versions of that in many of my stories and comments over the last three plus years on Medium. That refined version is the intro to my recent https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/a-ballade-to-my-dearly-departed-friends-and-lover-c69aa9903a32 subtitled "Poetically mourning and appreciating those whose ashes I hold sacred and stoke their eternal flames." Not sure if I already shared that with you in another story.