What first brought these home to them was the trouble they experienced in summoning up any clear picture of what the absent one was doing.
The abstraction of the loved one and a commentary on how much of our lives depend on our first person perspective.
It is so very hard to integrate the realities of existence in the pictures of the people that we love. We instead go around carrying around abstractions and idealizations that if tested by the pain of separation, show us how little we truly know of the people that we claim to know and love so deeply.
