I am not going to lie. Even though it has been eleven years, and I have an amazing, full life, grief still sometimes sneaks up on me and takes my breath away.
Hubby and I are leading a small group for in our church. It is a video based series that we have been through twice before. Last Friday the video discussed science, and God's amazing creation. One of the topics was the amazing mechanism of blood clotting.
I'm sure the rest of the group was either thinking, "wow that is fascinating" or "geez this is boring." The only thing I could think of was my dead baby, and the blood clots that killed him.
Yep, that is grief.