Riding the Waves

I learned today that grief is like riding a wave. You are managing and feeling like you are doing ok and then you crash. I think the week before Easter was when my wave started to crash to shore and I am still laying there in a puddle on the beach. I am pretty sure I will get picked up again with the tide and then start to ride my wave again. I just hope the next crash won't be as painful. I am not quite sure my heart can take it. As soon as I feel like I am riding the wave again I will write the second part to our love story. I am just waiting to be picked up with the next wave.