Grief

We have witnessed grief first hand It's in the news for us to see. We see sorrow seeping from out their pores. We feel their agony. A life was taken senselessly one second there…and now it's gone. Their story ended prematurely only their memory lingers on. In time their grief will soften they know not where or when but when they do remember the grief will rise again. For the moment someone is taken from us the moment their life is quelled a part of those who loved them dies that moment as well. I imagine their only consolation ss they wear their grief like a glove is to remember grief is but an outcome of the depth and wonder of their love.