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.