It amazes me how subtle grief can be. A small twinge at a fleeting memory, or a word or phrase, maybe the lyric of a song. Nothing overwhelming, like catching some small movement out of the corner of my eye.
Subtle
Sync
Some days I feel like I am trying to sync my logical theory of grief with my emotional state. It works sometimes, more lately, other times I just go with whichever is stronger.
Thorns
It’s true. Sometimes these memories are painful. I just try to remind myself, “The thorns can’t get bigger.”
I Feel You 