Grief is such a mess.
There are no cardinal directions. North is sitting directly beside South. Gravity doesn’t behave. Time is snapped.
As such, there really is no one, specific way to grieve—every person is different, after all—and there is generally a societal quiet around grief that doesn’t help demystify it, that often leaves people unsure what to say to people who are grieving. People don’t know what to do with their hands, either. They’re terrified of blurting out the wrong thing, of making things worse, of not getting ‘it’ (comforting) right.