“Grief is love’s alter ego, after all, yin to its yang, the necessary other; like night, grief has its own dark beauty. How may we know light without knowledge of dark? How may we know love without sorrow? “The disorientation following such loss can be terrible, I know” Wendell Berry wrote me on learning of Larry’s death. “But grief gives the full measure of love, and it is somehow reassuring to learn, even by suffering, how large, and powerful love is.”
