Grief Doesn’t Make Appointments

Grief is like a bear. It retreats to its cave, sometimes for long periods, and then one day you turn around and discover that the bear has crept up behind you. It scares you half to death. The fright re-traumatizes you. It can be crippling. But then the bear wanders back into the cave to hibernate again. When will it return? Nobody knows. Grief doesn’t make appointments.