My grief is like the ocean.
My pain the waves.
Always appearing; sometimes big, sometimes small. But always appearing.
The fluctuation can change minute by minute.
Sometimes the water moves closer to people; sometimes it pulls away and people need to move closer to it.
There are times when bigger waves are triggered by something passing by, like a boat in the ocean.
There are unexplainable times, when strong, dangerous currents form beneath the seemingly normal waters.
My grief is loud (but hopefully soothing.)
Like the ocean.
-Adrienne Guerke, grieving for our Norah