For many months afterward, and at many times since, I was swallowed up in the deep fog of grief—what I think of as the void—an emptiness that fills your heart, your lungs, constricts your ability to think or even to breathe.
2 I think I got serious about this only recently when I ran into one of my former students, fresh from an excursion to Europe. " How was it" ? I asked, full of earnest anticipation.