'‘I measure every grief I meet / With narrow, probing, eyes,’’ Emily Dickinson wrote, ‘‘I wonder if It weighs like Mine / Or has an Easier size.’’ While these opening lines might sound as if Dickinson is describing grief as a form of competition, I think she’s instead alluding to how grief feels so singular, how it’s hard to comprehend others could experience it in quite the same way. These lines of Dickinson’s sprang to mind in March, when my father passed away.' (Introduction)