Grief is a terribly sneaky monster.
It leaves you alone for a while.
You almost feel normal…for a while.
Then it sucker punches you.
Seemingly out of nowhere.
Grief has its own set of rules.
No one tells you that; they don’t prepare you for the fact that you will never be without it.
It is always there, always lurking in the shadows and demanding attention when you least expect it.
His 39th birthday is quickly approaching and I am finding myself wrestling with the monster, yet again. This will be the 7th birthday we’ve celebrated with out him. One would think I would have grown accustomed to the feelings attached with birthdays and holidays by now.
And I don’t think I ever will.
The only thing I’ve found to be stronger than grief is love.