And if you live long enough there is a grief that will find you in one form or another; a grief that will break you, a grief you won’t recover from. The rest of your life will be spent in its aftermath. You’ll hide it as best you can but it will be seen in your eyes and heard in your manner of speaking. It will be obvious in the way you walk and in the movement of your hands. You’ll live in fear of, at any given moment, collapsing on a street corner in broad daylight beneath the weight of it, the truth of it spilling out from you like blood, forming puddles on the sidewalk for the people to step over on their way to something else..\