Grief is such an odd creature. It just swoops in, at unexpected moments, to wash over you.
And I guess I just have to remind myself that I'm on the beach, and grief is a wave that sweeps in and splashes me, and then sweeps out again. And the next wave may contain joy, or serenity, or more grief, who knows... but the beach is a healing space for me and I like waves.
Maybe I can step back a bit and not get splashed so much, but what's the sense in that. I always want to be in the mix of life, so I just let the water flow...
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