Sometimes, even now, I’ll be doing something, and grief’s volume is turned down so I can (just barely) function, but the rest of the time it’s cranked up all the way and I can’t hear anything. A childhood friend of mine asked me, “Does it lessen? Does it get any better?” The answer is no. Today I might be able to take a shower and not think about it, tomorrow I could be crying in the shower. Grief is always there.
