Grief to GO

I don't eat takeout food, fast food, or any food that has been processed, but I'll take a bag of grief to GO out of my life please. I'm on my way through the grief fest here. I've been in the process for over 2 years now and it subsides, then rears it's ugly fried head somedays. While we all lose loved ones over a lifetime, few of us lose the loves of our lives untill we are well into our golden years. Sorry to use the cliches. As an English teacher I should know better than to blog on the cliche, but hey man, it is what it is. What do I miss most: smells, tastes, touches, kisses in the morning and a whole host of other fast and furious emotions that are just not available to me anymore. I am totally numb somedays, but other days there is the sunlight and the smile my dog gives me at the end of a terrible day. But then fast grief, like fast food at a checkout stand...small order of fries, cheeseburger and a toy...turns to small order of tears, big memory and a frosty helping of laughter at a cool, sweet memory. I like that last part best, but it doesn't happen often.