Ah, Grief. You fickle, fickle bastard.
You give me a day or two of gentleness and hope. Maybe I can actually take on an extra task. Like grocery shopping, perhaps laundry, or sending a thank you note. And on this day, if a friend were to ask, how are you doing? The answer might even be, I am OK.
But what a joke.
i. am. not. okay.