In A Grief Observed, the beautiful book C. S. Lewis wrote after the death of his wife, he writes: “No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” In the worst moments of grief for me, I would have called it panic. After the death of my father, I had no children, I was no longer married, and I had no parents. For the following year I felt completely untethered in the world, without all the usual attachments that had held me in place.
