Describe grief. There are no words or amount of phrases that will constitute a complete sentence to it. It is an indescribable road trip all of us, liking it or not, will one day end up taking, whether by boat, plane, bicycle, bike or automobile of feelings on a bind, whatever way, it will happen unless we go first, and how we deal with it is one potato soup of bridges. It is an avalanche of thrifty separation, an anxiety of discarded collective uncertainties that pour like rain drops at moments notice. Not a roadmap was ever designed on how to best circumvent the thunderstorm of feelings wrapped around the chest of incurable cheats, as it is an individual journey, but time in the long run is the best antidote in the market. How long will one be stuck on taking the pill?! Only God knows. Keep the faith. Don’t despair. My thoughts and prayers are with you. Be strong, they say, but what can I say? It has only been ninety five days?! I am still looking at the door. It ain’t opening. It is still closed!🤷🏽‍♀️🕊 ✝️