By Liv Dunleavy Editorial Staff Dear Grief,  I think of you often. You never leave my mind. You’ve moulded my life around the gap you’ve left. This year, I lost my whole world. I’d never known what a loss was like, and that was a privilege I’ve never wanted to have but one I never wanted to lose. Every year I grew more aware of my double-edged sword of griefless-ness. I thought about the possibilities, morbidly, who would I lose first? Do I have the emotional capacity to lose