Grief ages like wine. With time it takes on more levels and more subtle tones. It starts out almost one dimensional - a flat and completely overwhelming pain. With time, it mellows but takes on so many nuances and subtle flavors that can sneak up on you and overwhelm you with their strength.
Those closest to grief can be overcome by it. It can so easily take control and overshadow everything in life.
I have come to believe that I am powerless over my grief, but no moral inventory can free me from this pain.
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