The Uninvited Guest
G rief didn't come in slow motion with a wine glass in hand listening to Lana Del Rey. Grief didn't knock the door before entering nor did it call to announce its arrival. It was just there one fine day with me in my bed staring at me with its pitch black eyes.When I saw it, I almost didn't recognize it. How disappointing it was to realize that all the art and music and movies made me picture Grief a certain way, almost a beautiful way, but here it was unlike anything I ever imagined. It had no shape, no color, no face but it wasn't ordinary. Its presence could not be missed. It was powerful yet it didn't scare me. We both knew each other from a long time ago. And when I saw the smile on Grief's faceless face, I remembered everything. Grief didn't wish me good morning or shook my hand, it just engulfed me into its heavy arms. The warmth made me feel safe and for a change, less lonely. I asked Grief to stay for brunch and Grief never left. After that, Grief