C. S. Lewis -Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle,...

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.

“ Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave. “

C. S. Lewis

Grief feels so strange. It comes in waves, sometimes gentle, sometimes crashing over you. And in between, there is a kind of numb feeling, where you just wait for the next wave.