Grief is winter cold, isolating, wet then frozen. Grief making your eyes swell enhancing the world inside, outside and unseen. Sometimes it makes you hold the door open wider for others. Your smile like a sincere mask to penetrate the receiver with eyes softly begging, please, please see me and my deep deep pain. Be gentle. Be very careful. If life is a gift then all I have to give is this moment. When you look away I’ll begin to fade again into the person who feels only loss.