Some say Grief moves like an ocean. At first it feels like a shipwreck. Then the waves rise out of nowhere and take you under. Some days you float. Some days you rebuild. Some days you barely breathe between the next hit. But over time, something shifts. The waves are still there, but they change. You learn the rhythm. You see them forming on the horizon. And when they crash, you rise again, soaked and shaken, but still here. Does this describe your experience? #griefjourney #grief #griefsupport

Grandma Faces Grief After Losing Grandchild During Visit