Grief no longer engulfs me as it once did. It’s become less and less with time, as people warned me – promised me – it would.But it is still here. Always. Instead of a constant downpour, sometimes it is hardly a rain at all. Nothing more than a light mist descending from the clouds, posing hardly a presence in the sky.Most people wouldn’t even notice it. But I do. Because, of course, the microscopic water droplets are aimed only at me. Others are impervious. They will stay that way, until it becomes their time. Then the awareness will be pricked ...