Grief is sneaky. It doesn’t stay put in the moment it began. It weaves itself into the quiet corners of our lives, surfacing in places we don’t expect — a smell, a song, a season, a milestone, or a moment of joy we wish someone else could still witness. People often imagine grief as a storm that eventually passes, but in reality, it’s more like weather we live with — sometimes soft, sometimes heavy, and always part of the atmosphere of our lives. Grief is something every one

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As the holiday season approaches, many of us become more and more aware of the chairs at our tables that will be empty.  The weight of...