I’ve recently been talking to someone about grief and it took me back to when my mother died many years ago now. She survived my father by some way and when she died I remember a strong feeling of being exposed. I had a sense of the stars, space and perhaps infinity. I think that my feeling of being exposed after my mother died was that I now had nothing between me and the stars. I felt a sadness from the loneliness of being at the front of the queue heading for the stars. I get some comfort with the inevitability of this but only some.