More musings on death

I have a picture in my mind of what happens when a loved one dies, human or pet, I don't think it matters.I don't know if the destruction of something like your home would work the same way--that's more of a one way attachment. If you loved them, you suffer when they leave. They don't suffer--they're gone but you're left behind with this hole in your mind. I see a string that stretches from my mind to whoever, the more you love the stronger the string, the larger the point at which it connects to your mind. When the loved one dies, the string pulls lose, leaving a wound that takes a while to fill in and heal. I used to think the string broke, but now I think it gets pulled out of it's mooring. It eventually scabs then scars over but the first few days/weeks/months are the worst. You're constantly aware of the injury done to you and it just takes time, I guess...