The Gremlin of Grief
Grief is not a thing that can be held out at arm’s length, a box, detached and inert, upon which we gaze and ponder, unmoved. Grief is a hideous monster, a gremlin, an ogre, an alien with bugged-out eyes and a snarly smirk, reeking of death-eater poison and rot, attached to our skin, our minds …