Some there are that torment themselves afresh with the memory of what is past; others, again, afflict themselves with the apprehension of evils to come; and very ridiculously both - for the one does not now concern us, and the other not yet ... One should count each day as a separate life.
Seneca the YoungerTo lose a friend is the greatest of all evils, but endeavour rather to rejoice that you possessed him than to mourn his loss.
Seneca the Younger