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There is a kind of grief that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t arrive with loss you can name or explain. It settles quietly, almost politely, in the background of ordinary days. It’s the grief of who you don’t get to be some days. Medicine asks for devotion, not just of time, but of self. It asks you to show up steady, capable, present, even when parts of you are tired, tender, or longing for something softer. Over time, you learn how to do this well. You learn how to func