That's the funny thing about grief... It has a definite beginning. You can certainly, although it's faint, remember before...and then it happened. YOUR "thing" - your grief bringer...it happened and now, no matter how hard you try.... It won't end. It doesn't have an ending. It may change & you may grow, but it's always there. Like a scar or a limp. Reminding you...reminding the world...
You survived.
