You may have heard the story how grief is synonymous with the waves crashing upon shore. In the early stages of grief, waves hit hard and often. Yesterday, they came in for me and sometimes, no pause to allow me to regroup. I hate you grief and your stupid waves! I tried to do all the right things and sometimes life can be cruel. Doing the best to ride this out. I am not ok doing this but have no other choice. I am not stronger for riding these waves. I’m tired!