But grief still comes like an attacking grizzly.
And there's not much you can do about it.
You can't tell it to come back later.
Grief won't reason with its victim.
Grief won't be courteous.
Grief refuses to consider polite society.
Grief will have you when it wants you.
You gotta just lie there dead and let it eat you up.
And then what?
I usually want to hide.
Or I want to be Waldo.
Waldo goes where he wants and can fade into the crowd. I want to be invisible. I want to slip into a hole and lick my wounds.
That too is usually impossible.