I'm sitting in a puddle of grief today. Not much was done. I had a touch of jealousy at some news. I didn't know that grief and jealousy could go together. It can. It's hard to celebrate others, when I haven't received the help I expected. Then again, did I ask? The expectation of the old me is to get up and get with it. The changed me, struggles daily and has to say I need time. It's hard to celebrate love, when I buried my love just a few months ago. It's difficult to celebrate some things when my mind is trying to wrap around all of the losses. It's a weird place to be. Tradition says suck it up and keep on moving. Grief says take it slow; feel to heal. I'm not the jealous type but I did find comfort in reading a blog today by a woman who experienced the grief/jealousy combination. After reading her blog, I felt a flicker of light in a dim place.