Grief Monster

Hello dear readers.

Today I'd like you to meet my grief monster. He's become my new BFF, unfortunately not of my choosing.

He is with me at all times. All day, every day. All night, every night.

Oh sure, often he's quiet and maybe naps occasionally , but he's always there.

I can feel him.

And he isn't very polite. So ungentlemanly of him.

I picture him like this.





I've named him Dr Lecter. He is nearly as abomidable.

I can almost her the "Hello Kimberly" snarling out of his mouth as he makes appearances in the car, at work, while I'm bathing, everywhere. I have yet to find a place he cannot appear.

I am often successful at putting him back in his little box, but ultimately he is a strong s.o.b. and will not leave me alone. He has to come out a few times day, I guess to fulfill his / my quota.

Like I said before, I'm stealth grieving. I told someone at work that told me how well I was doing it that I was faking. And they thought I was kidding.

I'm not. I'm just an amazingly good poser.

I hope Dr Lecter has plans for the holiday weekend, maybe he'll go to that little beach town he was in the last time I saw him. If not, I'm sure he'll be around.

And he and I will get along just fine.