I’ve always described grief as an ocean. When people would ask me how I was doing, I would often imagine myself in that grief ocean and where I was in it. Sometimes I was treading water, sometimes I was wading knee deep, and sometimes I felt like I was drowning. The waves of grief will hit differently too. Somedays you have small waves, far apart. Somedays it’s large grief waves that come out of nowhere and drag you out to sea. And somedays, it’s a beautiful sunny day and you’re sitting on the beach and the grief waves gracefully roll over your legs.