Grief is a lazy susan in that it spins and stops – sometimes uncontrollably.
If you have ever lost a loved one, you know this to be true.
You can laugh, cry, and get into a fist-fight all before lunch.
It’s a completely erratic feeling if you want to know the truth.
Like most things, you need to give it time.
Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.