So today I had to go the the high school to pick up my youngest daughter’s Senior Class of 2020 yard sign, and as I rounded the corner toward the field house, as I have 1,000 times before…bam, here it comes again.This grief is not near as bad of course. But it is there, nonetheless, and today it came at me out of nowhere. And there I sat, once again, in a puddle.
Grief is funny. You can’t anticipate it. You can’t control it. You can’t plan around it and you sure can’t stop it. You may not even be able to explain it. I guess we all have cracks. Maybe our cracks are like weep holes, the cracks bricklayers leave to allow for expanding and settling. So I guess we just let it out, allow ourselves settle in and go with it.
Because life goes on.