Well this episode of "Grey's" was no exception, and I sat on my couch in my quiet living room with a few tears streaming down my face. It was not a water works show at Sea world, but enough to make me wipe my cheek.
At that moment I thought of the beginning of my journey without Michael. I remember screaming out loud, pounding my fists on the counters and just sobbing uncontrollably. It was the polar opposite of how I was this evening, with the silence as my companion and the warm droplets making their exits from my eyes.
It was through comparing these two moments that I realized how grief is so much like fire;
in the beginning our grief was an intense flickering blaze, but now, even though the flames have gone down, we still may get burnt by the embers.
I know this is a far distance from McSteamy, but I find solace in the smallest of my own self realization, for even when it may not always seem the brightest or happiest, it let's me know I am viewing the growth that underlines it all.