GOOD GRIEF
The sun peeked through the black curtains in my room, signaling another chance to meet new people. I wasn't in the mood to make friends, though. I've got all I need right in my bed. Rolling over and attempting to forget about the world seemed very tempting. I did just that, and, man, it felt so calming. For a moment the reminder that my family was hosting yet another funeral was in the back of my mind. Then it hit me. Fresh tears began to stream down my face, erasing evidence of the old ones. My chest began to tighten, and the familiar feeling of grief took over my entire body. A sore throat stopped any sound from coming from my mouth. All I could do was cry silently and pray that God, himself, heard me. The new morning process had become repetitive at this point: open eyes, cry, ask questions, cry again, hide from the world. I should fully understand what's happening by now. It should've hit me that there was another death in the family, but that's not what I...