I’ve always believed that grief is a sneaky B*tch. One minute I’m functioning on all cylinders, then WHAM.! That’s when I want to curl up in a ball and have the world go away. It’s when this happens I remember that my mother wanted so much more for me. She lived through the loss of her father at a very young age and her mother many years after that and yet, despite the sadness, she endured. She’d probably understand my sadness, but sometimes it feels like I did not inherit her strength.