I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go here. But it won’t go away so I hope this to be short and to the point…Grief sucks (one word I use that I’m not a fan of but it’s my way of expressing how bad it is). It has a mind of it’s own. Pops up when ever it feels it needs to rock your inner core. There are those who chose to ignore it and it doesn’t go away. It will manifest itself in other ways. I choose to walk through it hoping that someday it will subside. When my parents decided it was time to leave this world I was sad and I felt the void in my life…but nothing can compare or prepare me for the way I have felt when Mike was killed.

At the beginning, it was an indescribable pain way deep inside…which I thought would never end…yet it did heal. Now I just have to maintain my mind, the psychological side effects of grief. That side of it seems never ending, always there…waiting for the moment to pounce….kind of an ongoing cat and mouse game (Tom and Jerry come to mind). You try to make friends with it hoping it will like you enough to leave you alone…yeah….NO.