Today I went and remembered to special people who were apart of my life. I needed to go and I wanted to go. But, I dreaded it. My emotions are getting the best of me. The simple, gentle harp playing as I entered the room brought tears to my eyes. I felt like I was experiencing all the same emotions that I felt at their funeral. I acknowledged my journey of grief to others and shared memories. They have a special tree where I laid two white roses in honor of both of my grandfathers. That moment was when I lost it and I started bawling. Tears continued even when I writing a page in honor of them. I was moving on, but I feel like I lost ground today. It brought all of the emotions back to the surface and I feel so sad tonight. Grief is such a mystery and it never gives you warning of it's arrival. Words can't describe the feelings! The service brought the waves of grief back to me as I had to face that my grandfathers are gone. I can't see them, call them, or hear their voice. And, that about kills me in it's self.