Today I wish for linear grief. A definitive beginning and end. Bulleted phases inbetween to check off when completed. I wish we all grieved the same and at the same pace. But we don’t. Grief work is messy and unpredictable, ugly and lengthily. The terrain is bumpy with dead ends, u-turns, and traffic lights that send mixed up signals. People keep saying that we will get through this. When? How? I need to know. But there is only silence with a tinge of hope left. That hope is my lifeline.