In my grief, I spend a lot of time alone, by choice. I find it hard to be with people or around people, even strangers at a mall, without crying or feeling angry. Most people don’t understand the agony of having lost your child. And I don’t have it in me to just be “normal” or to exercise the attitude of “life goes on.” My two main comforts right now are my husband and my middle sister, who writes me long emails about what life’s all about and our memories growing up. We are rediscovering our sisterhood in this dip in my life.