Impossible? Or just very unlikely?

So, it's four days now and I'm still waking up in the night with the feeling that a crab called Grief is tearing chunks out of my innards. I'm still trying not to go out to the shops in case I start to cry unexpectedly. Crazy, isn't it? I was in better shape than this four days after my mother died (admittedly over 20 years ago).

And I'm trying, like everyone else, to try and figure out what's happening here.

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