Grief is subtle; weed-like, it sends tendrils around your
soul and spirit ever so softly.
Then at once, you discover grief has ensnared you.
Grief is the gentle ,steady squeezing of ones entire being that leaves a lump in your throat
and tear-stained cheeks.
It magnifies ones memories and makes everyday happenings become somehow,
much more poignant.
Grief seems to be a loutish guest, staying far longer than its welcome.
Then at once he is gone and all that is left is an epiphany of being all the better
after your long fellowship with him.