I read this on someone else's blog today...

Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.

It isn’t just death we have to grieve. It’s life, it’s loss, it’s change. And when you wonder why it has to be so hard sometimes…it has to hurt so bad…the thing you have to remember is that it can turn on a dime.

But that’s how you stay alive…when it hurts so much you can’t breathe, that’s how you survive. And you remember that one day, somehow, impossibly, it won’t feel this way. It won’t hurt this much.

Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way. So the best we can do, the best anyone can do is try for honesty. The really hard thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can’t control it. The best we can do is to let ourselves feel it when it comes. And let it go when we can. No, the very worst part is that the very minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always… EVERY TIME… it takes your breath away.