On my good my days, I am no longer in denial. In fact I have accepted life and moved on. I have learned to handle grief. I would say.

And then there are those bad days. No, I do not scream or shout instead I rage and rave within. The feeling of deprivation starts pricking and anger bubbles within me. I try to keep the lid on and try convincing myself but fail miserably.

14 years and the pain of losing my grandfather is fresh. I don’t speak much about my pain these days but it is a part of me.