Grief writing - Entry 25
Grief fades... but slower than molasses on a cold winter day
Grief shifts... but how is never foreseen
Grief moves... like an ocean, some days are calm and some days are rough as hell
Grief lives... forever and always in the hearts of those who've lost
Grief dies... only when the griever dies, even then still not completely
Grief grows... into something else, often lighter, but where there is light there are shadows
Grief provokes... many great things come out of great tragedy
Grief loves... without pain and longing, and missing and wishing, grief is just death.