The Bandit
Grief is not linear. It does not ascribe to the rules of logic, the laws of normal. It is messy and unkempt, it ebbs and flows, receding to the back of your mind one minute, and then charging forward to rear its ugly head the next. You would think I would have learned this by now. I haven't. I am still surprised when the aching paralysis of grief emerges without warning. When the tears come unfettered from my eyes for absolutely no reason. When I get choked up trying to say a simple thought. It doesn't happen as often as before, but it still happens. And, I know that it always will. I also know that the feelings I have and the emotions I feel are a testament to the impact and importance that Elizabeth had in my life. The wonderful way that she was able to teach me so many lessons on how to be a better person, how to cope with adversity with a glad spirit, to embrace the joy in every day, and to receive th...