When Dave died, it felt as though my entire world had stopped.

And yet everywhere I looked, life continued. People went to work, made dinner, laughed, ran errands and made plans for tomorrow. I remember wondering how the world could possibly keep spinning when mine had changed so completely.

Eventually, I began to understand that grief creates this strange divide: your world can stop even while the rest of the world carries on. And somehow, little by little, you begin moving with it again.