Why me? Is there any other equally piercing, undeniable call to the self like that of loss, the unwanted separation, the forced farewell from professional or social security? In hardly any other biographical situation do we resist so fiercely while simultaneously sensing how deeply we are affected at our core. One does not want to be affected. The call should not be directed at me. It should all be a mistake. The loss should at least not stand before us so suddenly and so definitively. And for a long time, one does not know how to cope with the situation at all and why it is happening. Why is it happening to me? The person affected by loss feels paralyzed, frozen between sinking and rising. One is so mercilessly close, and the other is still so far away. And yet I feel that this is precisely what it is about. As soon as I at least...