Grief has its own time frame. It has its own itinerary with you. It has its own power over you, and it will come when it comes.
… It comes when it wants to, and it carves you out. It comes in the middle of the night. It comes in the middle of the day. It comes in the middle of a meeting. It comes in the middle of a meal.
It arrives. It’s this tremendously forceful arrival, and it cannot be resisted without you suffering more …
The posture you take is you hit your knees in absolute humility, and you let it rock you until it’s done with you. It will be done with you eventually, and when it’s done it will leave.
But to stiffen, to resist, to fight it is to hurt yourself.








