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Every week, I find myself at a restaurant named Grief. I don’t order off the entrée section, though, I haven’t gotten there yet. I’m on the appetizers, still. Bite-sized sadness that comes from nostalgia rather than unexpected loss, from bittersweet, setting suns and time draining through an hourglass faster than I’d like. From saying “so-long” to people when it’s appropriate and natural; at the end of a juicy, ripe life. From knowing Tragedy through mutual friends - I know people who are close to him…