During a long day of work last week, I listened to "A Grief Observed" by C.S. Lewis. I didn't know what to expect, and honestly it was slightly difficult to get through. But it was not difficult because it was poorly written; indeed, it was well-written as is every Lewis work I have read. It was difficult because it was so honest, so beautiful, and so sadly relatable. In the introduction by Lewis' stepson Douglas Gresham, the comment was made that the article "A" must certainly be included in the title and not be lazily overlooked. Without the "A", the title loses its real value and the description of its contents. Everyone's grief is different, even if someone is experiencing a similar circumstance to that which you are experiencing. C.S. Lewis wrote "A Grief Observed" when he was in his moments of paralyzing grief after the death of his dear wife, "H." (Helen Joy). When I said that this book is "