100 Days of Grief

"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” - William Shakespeare I've been dreading this day.  There have many days I wanted to come to this blog.  To write the feelings I was having but with everything going on it seemed like just too much to try and feel these feelings too.  I pushed them to the side.  Until things happened that made me see them.  Like when my neighbor had her baby.  Whenever Henry or Hannah talked about the baby that died.  When the wind blew my mementos of Hope on the floor and I had to go back and look through my pile of remembrances.   When the pandemic started I feel like I had to push the feelings of grief to the side.  I had to go into survival mode.  I became the teacher to Henry and Hannah, I grappled with the uncertainties of what our future would look like.  The same thing everyone else was feeling and I just couldn't deal with the grief on...