Grief is a funny little word. It takes many forms and comes in unexpected ways. Grief can linger under the surface waiting for the right smell, touch, sound, or memory to bring it roaring back to life. Just when you thought it left. It never leaves. The only way to fight it is through hope (and maybe a little chocolate).

I love you John and miss you still 5 years later. Sometimes I can still hear your laugh at the edges of my memory.