Grief sneaks up at your door when you do not look.
It appears in the least unexpected times in one life.
Grief is not neatly written in a book.
It is ugly and dark.
Grief does not stop at one loved one.
It takes its greedy hands on everyone in sight.
Grief took over my world.
Taking over in the dark of night.
Grief may be part of life.
Inhaling and exhaling with my every breath.
Grief cuts my heart with a knife.
It can kiss my ass!
For Kai, Paul, Judy, Grandma R, Grandma G, Grandpa R, Grandpa G, Bob, Harley, Baba, Debbie, My Mom and countless others who have been taken too soon in this lifetime.