At around midnight tonight, there will be a clandestine group of people logging on to their computers. They are not interested in Tinder, making stealthy purchases or Facebook. No, these people are grievers and I’m one of them.Nine months after my mother died at the age of 62, I have found myself concealing what feels like a dirty secret – I’m still grieving. Most people would agree that after such a momentous loss, grief cannot be measured in months. It takes its time and so should we. So, why do we grievers feel the need to go underground with our feelings?After living with grief for nine months, the world has never felt so divided to me as it does now; there are the grievers and then there are those oblivious to the black hole left in one’s life when someone significant dies. It is because of this division that so many of us visit forums for the bereaved in search for solace.