Good Grief vs. Bad Grief?

Grief.  For some it hits hard and sudden like a ton of bricks.  For some it hits dull and slow like lying down and having bricks laid on top of you.  One at a time.  Until you're suffocating.

One thing I have learned is that it's different for everyone.  And nobody does it wrong.  Some pick up the pieces and strive for normalcy.  Maybe they save the tears for private.  Maybe they don't have any left to cry.  Maybe they have public break downs.  There is no right way.  And there is no wrong way.

There's a never ending memory that you cannot ever re-live.  There are questions.  There are futures that will never meet reality.  There is an ache.  An empty spot.

There is a physical pain that comes with grief.  Sometimes it feels like hunger.  Sometimes it feels like you're being turned inside out.  Sometimes it literally feels like your heart is being drained of all the blood that keeps you alive.  Sometimes it feels like the air you breathe is being sucked out of you.

The definition of 'missing someone' becomes more clear.  The feeling of missing a person you haven't seen in six months is better than the feeling of missing someone you know you'll never see again.

Never judge the way a person handles their grief, for it is their own.

You grieve your way. I'll grieve mine...

DRD