Grief comes at night when I sit here in bed alone. Grief comes randomly when I’m driving. It comes out of no where and whenever it wants. It gives no warning. It doesn’t care what you’re doing or where you are. The slightest memory could trigger it. Sometimes I can talk about it and be okay in that moment and sometimes my eyes water and I begin to choke. I can’t understand that you’re gone. This pain just lingers. I feel so empty.












