<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Grief on The Dangling Pointer</title><link>https://aaron.blog/tags/grief/</link><description>Recent content in Grief on The Dangling Pointer</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 23:13:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://aaron.blog/tags/grief/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Auditorium of Grief</title><link>https://aaron.blog/the-auditorium-of-grief/</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2025 16:51:54 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://aaron.blog/the-auditorium-of-grief/</guid><description>Each grief has a voice. Sometimes they speak at once. Sometimes they’re quiet, just sitting there with you. And for a while, you just let them.</description></item></channel></rss>