Sunday mornings I always have toast n eggs and try to go to mass. This community of faith, this ritual gives me comfort, helps me stay balanced and appreciate my life. A year has come and gone. I have tried to suggest to myself that the best I can do in a situation such as mine is to get on with it. Get on with what I wonder... Such an emotional roller coaster of grief continues as I "get on with it". Many people I barely know have approached me at work to this day, and share their story of grief and offer sympathy. Someone will notice Roxanne's picture in my office and a conversation begins. A woman approached me in the hall just the other day who I barely knew. "I never had a chance to tell you how how sorry I am for your daughters loss she said". She then shared her story about her recent misscarriage; and that led to more talking and sharing. A cleansing experience for two total strangers, sharing a common emotion "grief". Could there be such a thing as "Good Grief"? Be kind, for everyone you meet carrys a burden.