Grief is a weird state. You think you are getting over it, and then you start crying while driving, or rinsing your face in the evening, or typing up an assignment. It ambushes you in broad daylight. It patiently waits while you go through your chores and then strikes when you least expect it. If I’m in public I repress it or run to the nearest toilet. If I’m at home I open the floodgates.