Lewis noted that his grief, at times, felt like being intoxicated or dazed from a blow to the head: “. . . it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed.” It separated him from people, making it difficult to interact with them. “There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says . . . It is so uninteresting.” Yet he does did not desire to be alone. “I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.” Lewis describes what I have observed clinically: people in mourning want to be with people without having to talk with them. Family and friends can be helpful by just being there.

Nicholi, Armand (2002-04-03). The Question of God (p. 199). Simon & Schuster, Inc.. Kindle Edition.