Grief is a weird thing.
It strikes whenever it pleases, it doesn't let you know how long it will stay and it certainly never looks the same every time, in every person.
CajunGuy and I have been walking through some grief-inducing circumstances lately and I've come to the conclusion that grief has settled in for at least a little while. I just didn't know it at first.
While I don't exactly get a formal notice before it arrives in my life, I know what other people act like when it's here:
Customer Service people start looking at me funny, as if I have 3 heads when I ask them a question.
What's that about?! I thought I was being nice when I asked her where she left her brain this morning. Just trying to save her from going the rest of the day without it.
My husband starts looking for fangs each time I open my mouth.
All I did was point out the fact that the trash hasn't gone out in almost a week. You'd think he would be happy I reminded him. Again.
Other drivers on the road have a look of panic and terror on their faces when I'm around.
I was just educating that person about the driving laws here in America. You'd think they would appreciate the knowledge!
After a while I start to realize that the crazy stares and looks of panic in other people are my notification that grief has arrived.
Ah yes, the faces of grief in my life are other peoples' faces.
Sorry, folks. I don't think you stood a chance, did you?