Like a river, let your grief run its course. It will always be there whether it is a tiny stream, a short dry spell or a small pond. But when the rain drops come and the river overflows its banks, the pond becomes a lake and suddenly a flood comes out of nowhere. Let it flow because that is how our grief is released, that is how our heart restores itself. The more you hold the rain, the higher the dam you build, one day it will resurface till you can’t hold it anymore and a flood explodes.