Grief Again

I haven't cried as much over Ros as I thought I would, but this afternoon while I was working, I suddenly began to cry uncontrollably. It came over me like a wave. There was no stopping it.

In general, life is like cold weather with constant overcast skies, and frequent rain. If it continues, you eventually go out and do things, but everything that you do would be more pleasant if the sun would just come out.

But there is no sunshine, and no forecast for sunshine. Only these interminably miserable cold, overcast and rainy days.