“Looking for goshawks is like looking for grace: it comes, but not often, and you don’t get to say when or how,” writes Helen Macdonald in “H Is for Hawk,” a book I picked up by accident and which proved to be the greatest tool I had when one of my own parents passed away. When someone around you loses a loved one, it’s all but impossible to know what to say. I recommend reading “H Is for Hawk.”
For Macdonald, that most eloquent of memoirs emerged from the death of her father, photographer Alisdair MacDonald, AKA Ali Mac. But what Helen really did to process her grief was
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