There are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and finally acceptance. I wonder which stage I am at now.
I hope that it is at the acceptance stage. I've grieved enough, is what I tell myself time and time again. But occasionally, like today, here I am finding myself grieving once more.
That is just not cool. If I have time to grief, then I must've had too much time on my hands. Have to hit the gym more I guess.