Edwards, jotting down some thoughts (a "miscellany") in a private notebook:
When a saint dies,
he has no cause at all to grieve because he leaves his friends and
relations that he dearly loves, for he doth not properly leave them.
he enjoys them still in Christ; because everything that he loves in
them and loves them for,
is in Christ in an infinite degree; whether it be nearness of relation,
or any perfection and good received, or love to us, or a likeness in
dispositions, or whatever is a rational ground of love.