This quote from Shakespeare was in my nightly devotional book. It sounds like he might have firsthand experience with this-I'll have to look into that sometime.
Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me all of his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.
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