Grief has no sense to it and often makes us do crazy, zangy things. Grief comes in like waves in an ocean heading toward a beach and it leaves in much the same way, in waves.
I barely slept last night. Last night around ten p.m. the grief hit me like it did that first Sunday after Kara was Home. I keep getting weepy and have sobbed as well. It hurts. I just miss Kara so much.
Day sixteen feels like day one in many ways.
Ouch.
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