" Grief is personal. It isn't something you can share, like a box if chocolates. It is yours and yours alone. A spiked steel ball chained to your ankle. A coat of nails around your shoulders. A crown of thorns. No one else can feel your pain. They cannot walk in your shoes because your shoes are full of broken glass and every time you try and take a step forward it rips your soles to bloody shreads. Grief is the worst kind of torture and it never ends. You have dibs on that dungeon for the rest of your life. "

― C.J. Tudor , The Hiding Place