Most people talk about grief from the inside, describing the way it feels to lose someone and how they personally work through it. Those stories are important, but lately I have realized there is another part of grief that doesn’t get as much attention. It is the experience of watching the people you love grieve at the same time you are trying to understand your own loss. My grandmother, Carolyn, recently passed away and while I anticipated feeling sad, I was more struck by how differently everyone around me copes with it. Grief rarely affects just one person; it spreads through a family, subtly altering routines and relationships at first. What remains most vivid for me now is not only missing her but also witnessing the way her absence transforms those she loved. I’ve observed my mom assuming a role many adult children face after losing a parent. She manages calls, coordinates details, and ensures everything related to the funeral truly represents my grandmother. This level of…