It’s a funny thing with grief. It lurks in the background, hiding in the hidden recesses of the mind. Popping into consciousness suddenly, unexpectedly, forcing you to face what you would rather keep buried, silent, repressed, for your own good. It is insidious, quietly running in the background, ready to show itself at a moment’s notice- when a song comes on the radio, a person walks by leaving a scent of perfume, a stray thought pops into your head taking you to a place you don’t want to go. And then the photo that appears in your FB feed, smacking you with the reality of your loss, the impossibility of it, taking your breath away. The months may pass, life may continue on, but everything is changed. Better to keep it locked away, deny it, than face the truth, and the pain that comes with the loss.