Grief is sneaky. Out of the blue grief sneaks up on me. I do my best to prepare for the anniversaries, the times I know it will be hard. But it pops up, unwanted and unexpected.
Grief is strong. When grief hits it can take me down to the ground. Swiftly, I am out of breath and drowning.
Grief does not play fair. I make deals with grief, it can come when I am prepared, when I am ready to take it on, we have an agreement. Grief does not always abide by that agreement.
Grief is a thief. It sneaks in, uninvited, like a bull in a china shop, breaking our agreement and tries to steal my joy.
This is what I have learned about my grief. I say “my grief”, because everyone has a different grief visiting them, not all griefs are the same.
I have learned to…