Grief

I have a grudge against grief.  It can become really powerful if I let it.  When I feel a burst of it, the accompanying anxiety is frightening.  Conversely, it can settle into an acidic pit in the belly, feeding off negative memories and feelings of remorse.  Our loved ones would not want us to suffer either.  It's so hard to control and direct the mind under the influence of grief.  I'm just standing up and getting busy.  I've got to take care of my man, our kids and the dogs who are all suffering.  Ive got to hold on to all of those great memories that keep me moving forward until I collapse into exhausted dreams of our #BooBoo. I know he's in that better place, and I dearly miss him.