Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it’s less like stages and more like different states of feeling.
I envy my Jewish friends the ritual of saying kaddish – a ritual that seems perfectly conceived, with its built-in support group and its ceremonious designation of time each day devoted to remembering the lost person.
Grief is at once a public and a private experience. One’s inner, inexpressible disruption cannot be fully realized in one’s public persona.
Loss is so paradoxical: It is at once enormous and tiny.
There is always tension in women’s gymnastics between athleticism, grace, performance, and eros.