The one thing I am learning about grief and loss is that it is unpredictable and volatile.
Last night I was perfectly fine and at perhaps one of the better moods in life as life would have it now. But this morning, Vern’s videos are playing and grief is back with a vengence. Tears cant stop rolling, and even seeing his name and email on my gmail contact list makes me cry.
When will this ever end….? The perpetual flu and blocked nose is annoying.
Vernie poo….vernie poo….