Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.
Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.
Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.
One of the things that happens to people in grief is they secretly think they're crazy, because they realize they are thinking things that don't make sense.
Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.