"It's the form my grief has taken."

When we had to explain to Cody that, yet again, we had to evacuate the island because a big hurricane was on the way, he looked first concerned, then confused. He gazed up at the perfect, cloudless sky and said, "Where is the storm?" I went through the stages of grief right away. Well, really just the first two. By now I've mostly gotten past denial and anger, did minimal bargaining, and am firmly ensconced in depression. Jonathan, oddly, went straight to acceptance, but has since worked his way backward.

Cordelia dealt with her feelings in her own special way. (Can you discern Cody's influence here?)

For her, the grief was still too near.