My ulterior motive

So, I started a blog because a)I kinda like to write, b)Windows Live space just wasn't doing it for me, and c) because I need to journal for my English class.
I know I know, Im a terrible person. Blogging because I have to. I still enjoy it and its better than writing in a notebook and handing it in to my teacher. Does it matter that I never really talked about English or literature at all during my blogs?? I sure hope not. I mean, Im still journaling. Kind of. So this is dedicated to helping my journal get an A+. Thank you in advance, Professor Stevenson, for giving me a good mark. :)
So we're reading a book in English. Its called "The Year of Magical Thinking" by Joan Didion. It is very interesting. It is a non-fiction novel (a new concept) about the grieving process she experiences after the loss of her husband of 40 years to a fatal heart attack and follows the illness of her daughter, who later also dies. It is pretty fascinating. Any preconceived ideas I may have had about grief were kind of smashed with Joan's eloquent, literary chapters. As interesting as it is, I cannot help but think if I were to grieve about something, would it be like what Joan experienced? Would I enter a year of magical thinking wishing to bring that person back, that things were as they were before? Im not sure. Of course Ive never been in that place and hopefully never will, but life happens. The other thing I think about is how much easier and better(?) her grieving process could have been if she knew comfort like I, and I assume, some of you readers do. My comfort comes from Jesus. Inexplicable peace and contentedness. A sense of direction and never hopelessness.
I can't imagine going through a catastrophic event such as this without Him.
I can only imagine how lost Joan must have felt.

Thoughts?