“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”  Somehow Job sounds better in the King James version than in any of our Catholic translations.  That old suffix seems to add dignity, authority, to what in any translation is a totally absurd idea.  But when you are mourning the death of a child, you need to find some consolation, however meager, some rationalization, however meaningless, to put up with the shattering loss and the unbearable pain.  There is no such thing as good grief.