I don't want to keep writing about the grief that seeps into the house like a silent plague or about the unexpected, burst of emotion during a conversation or at the onset of a song that causes me to bite the inside of my mouth so I swallow the sound of pain.
I smiled all night long; I told people I was excellent. Acting like I was thrilled to be present, I hugged acquaintances and met new people. No one knew.
There is great irony in grief - curating the strength to carry a pain that never ends.
"And I will be to her a wall of fire all around, says the Lord, and I will be the glory in her midst." Zechariah 2:5