Sometimes grief opens its jaws and swallows you up. And you must stay in the belly of the beast until it is ready to spit you back out. And then, equally unexpectedly, love transcends grief and appears just when you are in the deepest darkest part of the beast. The beast might not be ready yet to let you go. And when it does, you know it is only a matter of time before it returns. But love surrounds you and keeps you safe. And you must be grateful.