Grief Grief is like a jagged rock that you bury
deep in your pocket, And when it is too heavy to carry, you must ask a friend to hold it so you can rest. As time passes it is a little
easier to take the rock out of your pocket. Now you show it to a circle of friends and, occasionally, even a stranger. One day you pull out the rock and suprisingly, it doesn't even hurt. For the edges are no longer
jagged but smoothed out by time, touch and tears. Author unknown |