I sat in my usual spot and sense my son is close enough to touch my right shoulder. My desk chair sits far enough away from my desk and computer screen so that if I want, I can lean back to hide any tears that might come unexpectedly. “Really?! You signed up to explore your grief again? When will enough be enough?” I chide myself. And I hear Matt’s whisper, “Never.” Here’s what happened: Katie, the workshop leader, provided a reading from C.S Lewis’, “A Grief Observed.” There