Wearing Grief

I don’t think I’d call it Grief Recovery.  I’m not sure you ever really get over grief.  My mother and grandmother have been gone almost 20 years.  Where did the time go?!?

Now that Gpa is gone, I’d say it’s a fresh wave of grief.  I’m not only missing him.  I’m missing the others who are gone as well.

Some days grief is a cloak I put on before I leave the house.  Other days just a button on the lapel. No matter the size, it’s there nonetheless.

Some days it’s a comfort and other’s it stifles.

But I wouldn’t say there is any getting over it.

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