Nada Arafa’s Reviews > A Grief Observed > Status Update

"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"

Now, I can find words that desctibes how I feel towards the loss of my grandmother