I Am a Three-Month Grief Survivor

Grief plays tricks with time. The past three months have passed in the blink of an eye, and they have lasted forever. I never thought I'd last three weeks let alone three months — at times the pain was so unbearable I wanted to scream. So I did.

Yet here I am, a thousand miles from where I started, and generally I'm doing okay. Grief grabs me a couple of times a day, but doesn't hang around long, mostly because I take long walks and look at life through the lens of a camera. I find solace...