Do you ever have a cluster of things that draw you to a certain theme in your life? Last week I was drawn into grief through a number of different paths, both the memory of the strength of my own grief from the long ago loss of my father and brother in an accident, and to the global tragedy of what Australian writer Richard Flanagan has called the Great Exodus of Syrian refugees throughout Europe and the world, and finally to the centred, still terrible to witness grief of a father on the loss of his son. Though the ways in which I travelled to experience some perspective of these different griefs varied, yet I realise that all grief is also the same, or…