perception.

i can't for the life of me remember who i had this conversation with....

here comes a little...  oy, self indulgence.

grief is such an odd thing.

when i think of grief, i immediately think of life leaving a loved one's body.... knowing you'll never again see them face to face, squeeze them close.... so on.....

but, then, i think of losing someone who is still, in essence, living...  someone who has left your life, but still ultimately breathes in and out, and whose heart still beats on.

there are so many variations, and truly, it is simply a matter of perception.

i'm trying to talk myself down, tell myself it's ok... to accept it and allow it to wash over me.....

it will happen, despite any resistance.