Grief is, by its very nature, immensely personal and isolating. Anne Lamott describes living with grief as akin to “having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.” For C. S. Lewis, grief felt “so like fear.” But grief can also produce community. Toni Morrison once said that in times of grief, instead of words or wishes, “I think you should just hug people and mop their floor.”
