That's a weird place to storm out of – all those soft fragrances and cheerful colours, and me turning on my angry heels and stomping out the door. Grief is a wet stray dog who turns up uninvited and shakes itself all over your neat composure. Which was the state I was heading into with the two florists when grief turned to rage. Pain, loss, grief, anger – all of these are quintessentially human emotions, but we try to bury them under the guise of coping. It's OK to not be OK.

Source: Stuff July 05, 2019 16:52 UTC