Grief

The moments creep up, catching us unawares.  And the tears, they burn.  When it hits your four year old granddaughter, what can you say, what can you do, to make it go away for a baby who shouldn’t even know death yet?  And then we’re just crying along with her because it hurts so damn bad to know she’s gone and never coming back.  And we’re all lost again, wondering why she had to leave us.  Jesus, it hurts.