Grief: That feeling, like I’m having my heart ripped out and being gutted, leaving a huge gaping hole where my stomach once was. It’s such a strong feeling I could fall to the ground a curl up in to a ball right there. But I don’t. You probably wouldn’t even notice that this feeling is moving through me with such force, ripping me to shreds. A quick look may pass across my face, there may be a pause to my step, but otherwise you’d never know.
What Grief (Doesn’t) Look Like