A lot of my readers write to me ask me about grief - about how long it should last, how bad should it hurt, why they can't get past it, and much more.   I'm always grateful to hear their stories - stories of how much love was present in their life, and how very fortunate they have been to have had a love deep enough to suffer grief for.  But grief is a strange and complex animal, isn't it?   Ultimately, of course, it is a symptom of our misunderstanding of biomechanical death, and I could provide a list of reasons here why this is the case, and how one might process grief and its strange manifestations in their life while looking at death through a different lens.  However, no matter the nature of grief's origin, the fact remains that when someone or something we love very much dies or ends, we experience the shock of that event as if it were a loss.  And in many ways, it is:  we can no longer see or hear them, no longer touch them, or speak...