Nothing works. Sometimes you just have to sit with it and nurse the pain like you are friends. No matter how much you hate it. Grief is not my friend. It constantly reminds me of how much I have already lost. At the same, time reiterating how much I still have to lose. Grief is not my friend but it is always there. At 3 am when I cannot sleep and I have no one to call there it is sitting in the corners of my mind replaying mommas voice. I can hear her talking about being tired and I feel tired too. Momma I’m grateful that you are not alone anymore. I wish I could feel alone because grief is not my friend but it won’t let me be.