‘Her mind was lithe and quick and muscular as a leopard. Passion, tenderness, and pain were all equally unable to disarm it. It scented the first whiff of cant or slush; then sprang, and knocked you over before you knew what was happening. How many bubbles of mine she pricked! I soon learnt not to talk rot to her unless I did it for the sheer pleasure…..of being exposed and laughed at. I was never less silly than as H’s lover’.  C.S.Lewis writing about his wife Helen Joy Davidman, from his book A Grief Observed. I buy this book for my friends who are grieving. Its the most raw and beautiful exploration of grief, written in real time, just months after Helen’s death from bone cancer. What a love they had.