C.S Lewis once said that no one ever told him that grief felt so much like fear. What C.S Lewis also was not told was that grief is chest pain and short breaths and great, big wailing. Grief is the tightness of the throat. And grief is barely bearable - I feel like I'm dying too, I'm drowning with thoughts of him and thingsIshouldhavedone and thingsIcouldhavedonebetter.…