" I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands.
In the course of the experiment, that chimp had a baby. Imagine how her trainers must have thrilled when the mother, without prompting, began to sign her newborn.
Baby, drink milk.
Baby, play ball.
And when the baby died, the mother stood over the body, her wrinkled hands moving with animal grace, forming again and again the words: Baby, come hug, Baby come hug, fluent now in the language of grief."
- Amy Hempel, The Collected Stories
Is it comforting that so many other people are grieving too? For someone, the grief process started today. For someone else, the first glimpse of hope that things would get better happened. One of the tough parts of grieving can be that it seems isolating. Wherever you are in your process, though, always know that you are not alone in your feelings.