It has been a few years since I have lost quite a few loved ones. While over time I am probably as normal as normal can be - there still remains an under-current that leaves me stumped from time to time.
They say grief comes in waves and yes the tides did seem strong and more rapidly rising at the beginning. With time it seemed to ebb causing me to believe that may be time does heal!
However, grief does strike when you least expect - years after the storm started. It makes you realize perhaps you are not as healed as you would like to believe.
It is as simple as fighting over a simple (teeny tiny inconsequential random) matter with a long departed still fervently loved one. Then, waking up disgruntled that you fought with that loved one. A bitter sweet realization follows that it was a dream. Finally, a distasteful after taste rises and lingers as you realize that that loved one is long departed - so forget a quarrel you can't even have a conversation with them however much you want.
That is indeed grief - hitting you when you least expected as a busy day awaits you.
You got to move on you say and then you try - hopefully before the next wave can find you!
