I think my *feeling* was very similar to what you said. I think I was moved by the fact that it upheld and honored grieving. I recall saying on Twitter that it reminded me of the Tolkien deity Nienna, who perpetually weeps. As a younger person I thought that role seemed hugely unappealing, but as an older person I've come to feel that there's so much sorrow to existence that it's a precious role. I think I also appreciated that in the story the narrator sets aside her busybusy figuring-out mind and just releases herself to what is calling her.