So I'm borrowing a better expression.

I've never been good at expressing grief. I don't sob, and I find that hitting stuff just annoys me. I can be poetic, but when actually dealing with death composing poetry seems trite.
However, my buddies Scholtz and Sikes have a real knack for putting the foggy things of this world into a more concrete language:

"It's been such a long time; I think I should be going.
Time doesn't wait for me; It just keeps on rollin'.
. . . .
But I'm takin my time, I'm just movin along;
you'll forget about me after I've been gone.
. . . .
I'm just takin my time."

and really that's all any of us are doing.
None of us knows how much time we have, but we're taking it.
(And more than likely taking it for granted.)