Sometimes, Grief doesn't go away or even dull much. Sometimes, it slaps you in the face as soon as you wake up. Each morning, it's as if Grief says to me, "Top of the morning to ya! Shall we start with three hours of intense crying in bed? Or would you prefer to scream for a few minutes in the shower instead?" 

Grief is a mean bastard, the biggest bitch you don't want to deal with. But if you do have to fight the death demon, I'll be right here to help. Let's do this together.