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Grief
It is that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach
that you go to sleep with and wake up with.
It is the tears rolling down your face as you wash the
dishes, walk down the street or sip a cappuccino.
It is not being able to say what you want to say.
It is wishing that you were somewhere else; never
being comfortable anywhere.
It is clutching and grasping at memories.
It is violent mood swings - kicking the kitchen
cupboard with all your strength and then weeping
uncontrollably curled up on the floor.
It is screaming and wailing into your cornflakes.
It is long walks to nowhere in particular.
It is endless cups of tea and visitors.
It is going to the driving range and belting 200 golf
balls.
It is scatteredness, the inability to concentrate and the
need to do something all the time - or vice versa.
It is not remembering who you've seen lately.
It is hysterical laughter at inappropriate times.
It is obsession with cleanliness or cake baking.
It is overwhelming.
It is all - consuming.
It is guilt when you forget about it for even a
moment.
It is a tidal wave breaking over you.
It is never - ending.
It is everything.
It is impossible.
It is that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach
that you go to sleep with and wake up with.
It is the tears rolling down your face as you wash the
dishes, walk down the street or sip a cappuccino.
It is not being able to say what you want to say.
It is wishing that you were somewhere else; never
being comfortable anywhere.
It is clutching and grasping at memories.
It is violent mood swings - kicking the kitchen
cupboard with all your strength and then weeping
uncontrollably curled up on the floor.
It is screaming and wailing into your cornflakes.
It is long walks to nowhere in particular.
It is endless cups of tea and visitors.
It is going to the driving range and belting 200 golf
balls.
It is scatteredness, the inability to concentrate and the
need to do something all the time - or vice versa.
It is not remembering who you've seen lately.
It is hysterical laughter at inappropriate times.
It is obsession with cleanliness or cake baking.
It is overwhelming.
It is all - consuming.
It is guilt when you forget about it for even a
moment.
It is a tidal wave breaking over you.
It is never - ending.
It is everything.
It is impossible.
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