A hurting heart covered in a dark cloth waits for the limbo of sadness and sorrow to pass.
Rain clouds loom above menacingly, covering the still shinning sun, fearing that they'll pass with the first gust of wind.
You grief in honor of a fallen walker of this plane we call life, you grief for his passing into what could be more beautiful than we will ever imagine.
You don't grief in vain.
You grief in ignorance that you deem respectful.