On Grief.

Recently, I was told a relative was very sick and struggling with cancer. I was kept in the dark about the illness for quite some time and it seems that the outlook is now a bit bleak. I feel like there is a little grief monster sitting right on my trachea, threatening my ability to breathe on a whim. When I walk down a hall or stop and pause for a moment there it is, pressing down on my lungs and throwing sand in my eyes.