I have told many people over the years that grief is unpredictable, that grief comes and goes like the tide. And now I am living it again. And the littlest thing, the seemingly most insignificant thing can lead me to tears. A note to encourage me after a puppy love ended. A picture. A frog that winks at me. The picture of me walking down the wedding aisle. May we give ourselves room and permission to grieve. May we be kind to ourselves and not judge. And may we know, with all the love in our hearts, that our hope comes from one who died and rose again so that death will never have the last word. And it doesn't! But I still miss Papa.