Grief

It is a sneaky little bastard. It takes the place of our spouse. It lies down with us in bed at night and wakes up with us in the morning. It really is a sneaky bastard. It hijacks our minds, misleading us and breaking our self confidence. It hides around the corner where no sunlight shines and waits for us to be unsuspecting. It teaches us who we are and who we are not. It motivates us to do things we would never do. It takes over our feelings. It really is sneaky. But, then, it gives us a break. Breathe.