Grief looks weird. Some of the people we spoke to were quiet about what happened, and it came out in other ways, like needing to sleep or feeling depressed or watching a lot of dumb reruns. For others, the grief was a slow burn, a low-level anxiety that never went away. Others had panic attacks. Some cried. Others didn’t. It’s just impossible to paint a composite photo of grief. But unless they fit into a specific category—sad but not too sad, talking about it but not too much or for too long—eyebrows get raised.
