I think one of the most bizarre parts of grief and loss is this. This blue sky, this bright sun, this feeling of fresh air and warmth when I stepped outside today. It was confusing to my exhausted, melancholy mind. How dare this gorgeous day appear when my heart and mind are bawling! Shouldn’t the whole world be dark and gloomy? How can the days keep going, keep changing from day to night and day again, when we’re frozen in our sadness? How can the world keep turning and the day-to-day keep occurring? How…