A brief article appeared in The Week in which Liam Neeson reflected on his experience with grief after the death of his wife, Natasha Richardson, who fell while skiing and died of a brain hemorrhage two years ago:
"...that’s the weird thing about grief. You can’t prepare for it. It hits you in the middle of the night. I’m out walking. I’m feeling quite intent. And it’s like suddenly, boom. It’s like you’ve done that in your chest.”
I have often said that grief is not tame. Here is yet another example of someone who has experienced it's frequent, irreverent, and surprising rage.