It's great when they protect the space.

I've always been grateful for the way two members of staff at my local cathedral got up when somebody came into the room where we were meeting to talk about my experience of grieving Steve.

It turned out that the person who came in was the interim Dean, and we all had a wonderful conversation.

How I wish I hadn't fallen flat on my face at that service, and then hugged the person who was so supportive to me a few months later.

The spiritual aspect of my grief for Steve is something that I feel I'm only just beginning to unpack with R.