Something happened the other day in the grocery store that go me to thinking a bit. I was walking down the water/soda aisle, and my eyes clouded a bit when I saw the little pony cans of diet coke. Uncle John loved those little cans-just the right size.
Anyway, I first felt bad because no one else in the entire world would tear up at pony coke cans. Then I realized how special that was, that was one special thing (me buying coke for him) that he and I alone shared. I reckon there is shared grief, and then there is private grief.
Then I worked out that private grief IS a form of shared grief, because we all have it when we lose someone. So it IS something that other people can share and relate too. They might not get the teary eyes/diet coke connection, but the sense of loss is pretty common.
Grief is one of those slippery public/private things. Just like love.