A grief observed

This book is worth reading. The beginning, painfully raw. Angry at God, confused. The end, sad still, but peaceful. Here's how it starts:

"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in." C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed, p. 5.