Grief, when it
comes, is nothing we expect it to be.
Grief is different.
Grief has no distance. Grief comes in
waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes
and obliterate the dailiness of life. Virtually
everyone who has ever experienced grief mentions this phenomenon of
"waves".
The way you got
sideswiped was by going back.
Survivors look back
and see omens, messages they missed.
Grief turns out to
be a peace none of us know until we reach it.
