When you grieve someone who is still alive you have the opportunity to run into them and grieve them over and over. I grieved the final death of family and loved ones. Those are final and hurt like a MF but thankfully you only lose each person once this way. Two of these lead me to lay in the middle of the kitchen floor, cheek to tile, eyes full of tears, trying to breathe.

Life has a way of giving you the experience (lemons) and forcing you to learn (to make lemonade) by throwing you into the deep end.