Stupid Grief

I knew I couldn’t expect it to be easy getting over Dad’s death, but I’m heartily sick of the roller coaster that is ‘grief’.

I think I’m doing pretty good; feel like I’m creeping up the next grief roller coaster hill into acceptance, only to find myself whizzing down the next dip in the tracks back to heartbroken.   And I must say that I seriously hate heartbroken.  It sucks; full of tears and woe and red puffy eyes.  Worse, I know that the next stage is anger.

I’ve done it so often now that I’m pretty sure I’m not even holding on to the bars to keep me in the seat.

When does it stop!