‘I know,’ he said. ‘I know.’ He didn’t know, of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. ‘I know,’ he said, and because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.