Grief can feel like an eternal cold, an endless winter. A year ago, in first dead days of January, I explored the long, open lawns of Pecan Grove Cemetery in McKinney, TX. It was moderately cool when I first arrived and I hadn't brought a coat. But as the sun began to set, a terrible cold settled all around. It was in that moment, as I walked between stone monuments to the dead, I came upon a statue of a grieving girl, shoulders laid bare, the picture of innocence and sorrow.