A few years ago, my grandmother died. We were very, very close and I took her death pretty hard. Strangely, I never really grieved the loss. I was afraid that if I ever cried for her, I would never stop. Fast forward a few years.... Recently, I suffered another loss. It did not affect me as profoundly as the death of my grandmother. But it did hurt. So here is the strange part. Since this most recent loss, I can't stop thinking about and missing my grandmother. It's almost as if her death were still new. Is it possible that one grief can bring a buried loss to the surface. Is that how it works? Thanks for reading.