beach-863350_640(Editor's Note: We welcome Helen, who cares for her husband, to our blogging team today. You can connect with Helen on her profile page: @storycrafter.)

Like the ocean tide, grief ebbs and flows.

Unlike the tide it is as unpredictable and capricious as the wind.

In the night it caught me unaware:

Suddenly there it was,

Already halfway up the shore,

Lapping at my toes

And filled with hungry sea creatures,

Nipping and biting

Until my eyes overflowed,

Like the tide

Now sweeping over my feet,

My ankles, my knees...

My heart.

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