with. You can go about your day, accept it for what it is, and move along. But when you’re down and reminded of your loss—when you’re alone at night with no one to talk to and nobody to hold—grief is like a colossal wave. It rises higher and higher, and no matter how sturdy your ship is, it’ll smash into it and wreck it, leaving you to drown. To put it simply, Grief is a bitch, and she likes to hit you where it hurts. I swear she’s Karma’s two-faced sister.
