There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to when grief is present. Grief seeps into every corner, every facet of your existence. There is no choice but to ride its waves, to abide by its power and command. It asks everything of you—your heart, body, and mind must surrender themselves in total. Is grief a cruel thief, who runs through taking everything you once held dear, robbing you blind? Perhaps in moments, it is. But what if grief was also a great giver? What if grief also held you in its palm, let you scream and writhe and lash out in pain, while also connecting you most sincerely to those you love? What if it allowed you a bridge between what you have known and what you are newly understanding, little by little, as you open into the unknown before you? What if grief were both the thief and the philanthropist, the pauper and the rich man? What if, to the extent that grief robs you of that which you have known, grief also hands you something unexpected and new, moment by moment, day to day, year by year? The way has been cleared by grief, and you have been given an opportunity. Roll the dice, why don’t you? Life is a game—a game of chance, you might say, or a game of love, as we suggest. Grief has shown you a depth of heart you may not have experienced before, for grief is not separate from love, but part of it. And in this sense, you have loved greatly, even in your grief. You have experienced yet another aspect of human love and life in a physical body.