Grief is not an adversary to be conquered or a temporary ailment from which one completely recovers; rather, it is a permanent restructuring of one’s internal landscape. Sitting on this weathered wooden bench as the afternoon light gradually yields to twilight, I am reminded of the absolute necessity of quiet, unpeopled spaces. In the stillness of these rolling green fields, away from the constant noise of daily expectations and professional obligations, there is room to breathe alongside the weight of what has bee...
