Grief, Loneliness, and Redemption . . . Sorta

Grief throws one down into a pit that seems to have no exit. Emotions, violent emotions of loss, loneliness, and grief assault one. Sometimes one can only endure them and cry, no, sob. Sometimes one can laugh at them through one's tears. That's what these poems are about: laugh, cry, endure, go on to the next day and the next attack of grief. The only hope is hope itself-raw, naked, confusing, terrifying, and ultimately supportive. Read, cry, laugh, cry, and go on living. So it is.