After I read, he said, “So for you, Vivienne, grief is loneliness,” which, unsurprisingly, sounded self-absorbed when I heard it out loud, but I realized that, yes, grief is loneliness for me, but not the kind you feel after being alone for a few hours, or just wishing you had friends on a weekend. I clarified. “The loneliness one feels amid a loss or a death, or after a length of suffering.” “I felt that,” he said. “A sense of an empty afterward.”
