Grieving is a funny thing.
Sometimes it looks like denial. Surely that didn't just happen. He didn't say that. She didn't really go.
Sometimes it is slow and grinding. Making the days ache painfully by.
One
Second
At
A
Time
Sometimes it is stabbing pain.
Sometimes it hides it's face and you might believe it is gone. But no. It's still there. Peek. A. Boo. Hoo.
It's surprising in it's power.
Sneaky little bastard.
But letting go is part of life.
And grief is part of letting go.
Letting go of hopes and dreams.
So that you can embrace here and now.