He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever

The line frames a consoling, mythic way of understanding loss: the dead do not vanish but are translated into something enduring and publicly visible—stars arranged into constellations. By attributing this belief to “he,” the quote suggests an intimate, personal cosmology (often associated with a parent, mentor, or loved one) that helps the speaker cope with grief. The emphasis on being “well loved” makes immortality a function of human attachment and memory rather than religion or fame: love is what fixes a person into a lasting pattern. Constellations also imply narrative—stories we draw between points—hinting that remembrance is an act of meaning-making.