I sat quiet, silent, angry, refusing to grieve, because it seemed like to do so would be giving everyone what the wanted.

She was no longer going to feel pain, or loss, or emptiness. She was no longer going to feel.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

Don't think or judge, just listen.

...feeling and action are always linked

Grief, we know where we've been. We know where we want to be.