Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Originally published 2/23/07

Grief is a bizarre thing. It comes at you in waves. One minute, you're fine and the next minute, you're a quivering pile of tears. And sometimes all it takes is a little thing to trigger you. You're fine looking at pictures, remembering old times and comforting others but when you see the glass paperweight he gave you after he cleaned out his office, or when you hear one of his favorite songs, you dissolve. All I can do is ride the waves as they come in and try to keep my head above water. He'd want me to.

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