Grief. It sneaks up on you. Little things trigger it. An unwelcomed dream. A question you would have asked. Future plans or past memories.
I don't know how other people deal with grief. I push on. I move. I don't think. I know some say that you should face it head on. Deal with it. I can't. I skirt around it. It comes up fast but I push it back. My mind wonders and quickly I change the subject. Sometimes I try to force myself to think about it. To test it. To see if it still hurts as bad. And even when I am just peeking over the edge- it hurts. I can't look at it. I would shatter.