It was a perfectly lovely day and we had no reason to suspect that it would be anything but a typically happy Saturday a day to run errands, wash the cars and anticipate an evening with friends. But that all changed when, around 1:30 p.m., a phone call came from my wife’s father in Cleveland indicating that her mother had unexpectedly died. A week earlier she had had a heart attack, but a full recuperation had been the prognosis, and so this word came as shock and radical disruption. Suddenly and without warning, we were all catapulted into the experience of grief. Within a few hours we were airborne, making our dazed way toward a rendezvous with a major loss. Intellectually, of course, we had known that such a day was inevitable, but now that day in reality had arrived, and grief had set…