Grief takes many forms, including the absence of grief.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

We believe there wasn't anything wrong. We find [Noguchi's suicide] regrettable and feel a heartbreaking grief.

We believe there wasn't anything wrong. We find (Noguchi's suicide) regrettable and feel a heartbreaking grief.

My homosexuality remained at that point purely theoretical, an untested hypothesis. But it was a hypothesise so thorough and so convincing I saw no reason not to share it immediately.

The writer's business is to find the shape in unruly life and to serve her story. Not, you may note, to serve her family, or to serve the truth, but to serve the story.