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"We're hurting," Mindy said, referring to herself and her husband, Daniel. "I cry. He works in the garage. I go shopping. He drinks beer and watches sports."

It bothers me when: I get introduced to someone as John. And there is no Michelle. That, in itself, is a moment of Hell.

It bothers me when: They think that I am a single man. Because I am not. I was wed. And she is dead.

I found myself on this journey rather suddenly
There was no warning; no sign up ahead

My life was almost perfect it seemed
My heart swelled with complete joy at where I was

I was so excited about the future
The great things we had planned

And then, it happened
Your heart just stopped beating

How could this be happening?
Was this real?

It seems to me before Joey died I had many friends! I was happy, lived in a good neighborhood, had had a good job, my kids were successful, on and on. Who wouldn't want to be a friend or at least an acquaintance?

Grief is crying on the floor. So very loudly. Yet nobody is there to hear, or see, your horror.

Grief is the future missed. You would give anything for just one more hug. Or just one more kiss.