Grief. Grief is sneaky, like a wave. It ebbs away and for a period of time, distracted by work, life, whatever it may be, you forget that you’ve lost something precious. And then it comes rushing back. It always does. Sometimes it’s shallow, lightly splashing around your ankles – a light malaise of sadness. Other …
Grief. Grieving. Grieved.
Lola Writes the Wave 