Chapter one of "A Grief Observed"

When reading this story I felt that I was reading what I felt when I lost my Grandmother in death seven years ago. I remember all to well the fluttering of the stomach, the restlessness, and even the countless tears and agony. Grief is never easy to begin with but the way that C. S. Lewis describes sings a resounding similarity of what I went through. Nevertheless when he spoke on how he felt like God had forsaken him to a certain degree, I never really went through that myself. It was more so that I knew that I would see my grandmother again but the wait to do so at that time of grieving was unbearable. Anyways when C. S. Lewis spoke on him being an embarrassment to everyone that he met I did not quite understand how this was so since the people that I knew, in my case for grieving, never found it embarrassing to bring up the topic of my grandmother. However I do note that in his case it was his wife that he lost, so the circumstances dictate a rather different kind of grievance for his loss. I also must admit when he spoke on the fear of going places that he had been with his wife were "no more emphatic in those places than anywhere else" (p. 11) , I felt the same way about my loss as well. For it did not matter if I went to a place I had once been with her, the longing for her presence was still there. Nevertheless his last statement on remembering his wife's voice being "still vivid" is of the utmost truth since even though it has been seven years since my grandmother passed away I still remember her laugh.