I’ve surrendered to knowing grief will always be a part of who I am.  It will scare me, annoy me, drive me, follow me and mold me forever. I can try to run from it for a little while.  But I know it will always catch up.  It will hit at moments I least expect it.  New triggers will find me.  But I’m also learning to embrace it. I’ve heard that grief is the price for love.  I love Zoey more fully, deeply and purely than I’ve ever loved anything.  If the price for that love is the strange world that grief has moved me to, I will pay it.