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Rocking in Grief

 Grief is truly an odd beast.  I can go weeks without thinking about the reality that I will never see my mom again this side of heaven. And then there are times when something unexpected sets off a bought of grief, and this time it was something that I didn't think would be so hard. I have worn her jewelry without feeling the loss so deeply, but seeing the two chairs that had been a staple in whatever living room she had through most of my young adult life has been so much more difficult than wearing the necklace that we had engraved with the name that Moya gave her when she was a toddler learning to speak. Mom wanted to be called "Grandmary" but that sweet little voice made out "Gray-Gray" and Gray-Gray she remained for several years after Moya learned how to speak more words. It just stuck. But those chairs. Now that I'm no longer in the corporate workforce, I have noticed that I have more room in my brain to process things that I don't have the answe

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