Deborah Diggs: A Poem of Grief

I think at the end, you know, it's impossible. We don't get to decide when we're done grieving. And that's the thing, there is no spell. I would never wish anyone to go through all of the images in the poem. You could not think about the person you lost for three years. But then one day you could be standing in a grocery store and someone stands in a certain way which reminds you of your beloved grandfather. It's just the mind and the heart, you know,. they have their own wind."