This review penned by someone named Matt is everything I would like to say and more: https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1356842561?book_show_action=true&from_review_page=1

The chosen quotes in his review are excellent; the commentary is excellent. I had the same thoughts--C.S. Lewis's grief is valid and poignant and even beautiful in its tragic way, but it's also different. He married a woman who was already fighting cancer. He knew their time together was limited. There is something altogether different, I think, when you spent over twenty years together and death came flashing out of a calm, stormless sky like a freak lightning bolt. No warning. No chance to say goodbye or even a last "I love you."

I know there is no hierarchy of suffering. At least, there shouldn't be. A woman grieving her husband of 60+ years suffers much the same as I do. But I still feel irrational rage that she got sixty years with her husband when I only got twenty. Perhaps Lewis would feel that same strange anger toward me. At least you got more time together, he might say. He only had four years with his beloved H.

It's not a contest. But still I found myself listening to this book wanting to hear more of my own experience, and it just wasn't there. Not completely. Not in the same ways. But it wasn't a book written for me anyway. It was his grief observed, not mine. And it was still a beautiful listen. The kind of beauty that hurts, but still beautiful.

I appreciated how he grappled with his faith and said so many things the faithful aren't really given room to say (at least in my culture).

It was also heavy. I don't know if this was the right book to turn to in this moment, but I'm glad to have read it.