I sang Greg Brown’s ‘Spring Wind’ as a lullaby to my youngest son today, and it is the first time in many months I have sung it. It was a song we played at my mother’s cremation, and it brings back powerful memories of the weeks after her death – I know I have mentioned it in previous blog posts. It was a relief to feel grief flood me again, and tears trickle down my face. In all the complicated emotional turmoil of life, the simple clarity of missing my mother seemed suddenly easier than anything else. It was easy to recognise, name, and understand. I still find that while the whole process of grieving is a huge, messy, unending and ever-changing process that is entirely unpredictable and sometimes impossibly difficult, it occasionally contains straightforward moments of pure loss that feel like a gift.