Grief is a lot like stepping on a piece of chewing gum.
Sometimes, it's one piece that's not too sticky. It's an inconvenience but one you can live with. On a bad day, you can feel it on the bottom of your shoe when you walk, but it goes away after you've been walking for awhile.
Then, there are days when you feel it every single time you take a step forward. You're constantly aware of its existence. It drives you crazy and eats away at you until you have to confront it. Otherwise, you'll go crazy and no one will understand why.
If you're lucky, there will be days when you can get the gum off your shoe and forget about it until the next time it happens. If you're not, you have to live with it. There's nothing you can do about it, because you can't throw away a good pair of shoes just because you have gum stuck to the bottom.
Yeah... Grief is a lot like that.
21 years young. Should be writing.