One time I was talking about some experiences of grieving. I was crying and my therapist was very teary. He told me a story of a dying relative that he had met wth that week. It felt to me like a moment of communion of a sorts, in the way that death and grief are universal human experiences, and they link us all as terrible things we must all endure. I find it consoling to think of that for some reason. I experienced a lot of loss when I was quite young so for much of my life I've been a bit more acquainted with death and grieving than most of my friends. To have a companion in grief has been very powerful and profound for me, and I think I feel more compassion about my own grief and just the difficulty of the whole human condition through sharing my experience of grieving with my therapist, and his sharing a glimpse of his own.