We are still grieving. I am grieving. My husband is grieving. Our children are grieving. We all do it in different ways. I cry. I also have a shorter fuse and I tend to space off at the worst times. I have to ask people to repeat what they just said because, quite honestly, I wasn’t listening. I was off in my own world in my mind and I wasn’t paying any attention to anything or anybody. My oldest girl cries too. She also avoids talking during her worst moments of grief. She doesn’t want anyone mentioning Little Man or talking about him. Middle Girl is the opposite. She wants to talk about him constantly. You can see how this is hard when they both are grieving, but in such different ways. Oldest Boy talks and talks and talks about it. He chews on his feelings and wants you to listen. My husband gets angry. He gets mad. He wants to blame someone. We are a mess! All of us! It is hard. It is bad. We don’t like it, but we must get through it! Grief, is yucky, but necessary to be able to move on.