Dearest Grief -
You can sure be an unpredictable bitch. You come at times when I don't want you but you somehow know I need you. So, I will acknowledge you, the monster in all your forms, no matter how ugly you are. I know there is beauty in you too but I just can't see it yet. I have discovered by ignoring you, you become bolder and engrain your despair to be heard into me. Well, come at me grief. No matter your form. I'm ready. At times I may stumble in response but I grow stronger with each time we meet. I've been given tools to deal with you from the one I actually grieve for. My mama taught me well. But she never told me how annoying you'd be!
But if you, grief, are the only one present right now, come and sit a while, I'll talk to you. I definitely have some things to say. And I'll hear you out. Obviously you need to be heard too as you've been poking me on the shoulder for weeks. And so you know, you are not my enemy. We will be life long companions so let's get to know each other. And believe it or not, I have the power to make you my friend. Right now I don't particularly like you but your presence actually keeps the memory of my mother alive. You have the ability to be profoundly beautiful. If I choose to see you that way. And someday I will. So, let's talk again soon. But next time, please give me a little heads up before you just drop in. And next time I'll make sure to not ignore you.
