I have always been a writer. I have diaries, poems and letters of when I was just a child enraged with teenage hormones. I have them stored in a box in my closet like embarrassing distant memories. I look at them every now and then and take the time to read my pain, my love, my anger and my dreams of a yet to be woman, and as much as I was feeling serious at the time they were written, they are nothing but humorous to me now. I've decided to write down my journey on this sad and hard road called Grief that I'm currently travelling on for that reason , not that I will find it funny 10 years from now, but to look back at the memories through my words. Words that are written down at such a raw and emotional time can be so powerful and magically capture the true essence of feelings at the time. Writing has helped me in many different situations, it has helped me through the ups and downs of life..and I can can see no better way to ease my pain of this devastating experience that I have recently gone through and the effects that I am going through and that I will forever go through.