My nephew, the youngest of the 18 grandchildren in my family, is gone. He was tragically taken from us at only 19 years old — way too soon; way too much life he had yet to live; things he had already planned to do; people whose lives he would have impacted. I have met Grief before. We’ve come to be on a personal name basis over the years; each meeting as different as the personal connection they are to my being. There will never be a time when I’ll be comfortable it. I don’t want to get to know Grief any deeper than what I’ve already experienced. But unfortunately, Grief…