“Everything that I had thought of as fixed and permanent, as solid load-bearing beams, had been turned into featherlight bubbles floating slowly away and vanishing from view. I was like the lightest of ping-pong balls, hurled into the ocean and tossed hither and yon on the swell. Grief is a stormy, shifting sea with no life buoy in sight. I was taken aback by the strength of the forces that pulled and tugged at me.”
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