Grief is like a ball of string, you start at one end & wind.

Then the ball slips through your fingers & rolls across the floor.

Some of your work is undone but not all.

You pick it up & start over again,

but you never have to begin again at the end of the string.

The ball never completely unwinds.

You've made some progress.

Madison Mathieu mum to precious Angel Kaydence ♥