I know what I have to do.
Grief is a tricky, vile thing that does not want to move out of the way. No matter how hard you kick and shove and plead, it remains…
So, I’m going to let it.
Grief can stay.
In fact, I’m even going to embrace the darned thing.
Yep, I’m going to wrap my silly, awkward arms around the beast and hug it. Acknowledge the love that gave birth to it and welcome it into my crazy life.
The words will then come.
I’m sure of it.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, the writer blocked
