If the condition of grief is nearly universal, its transactions are exquisitely personal.

'Hamlet' is the best description of grief I've read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.

It's all too easy when talking about female gymnasts to fall into the trap of infantilizing them, spending more time worrying more about female vulnerability than we do celebrating female strength.

The people we most love do become a physical part of us, ingrained in our synapses, in the pathways where memories are created.

I have seen that grief can be very different for different people. While the range of emotions experienced is similar, the way we deal with those emotions isn't, necessarily.

And after my mother's death I became more open to and empathetic about other people's struggles and losses.

Grief is characterized much more by waves of feeling that lessen and reoccur, it's less like stages and more like different states of feeling.