Grief is the ninja of emotions

With an array of weapons to pierce your armour

The comfort of familiar places

The sound of memory provoking music

Dates on calendars, reminding you of all sorts of things

The sweet smell of days gone, but not forgotten

The noise of heart felt laughter

The sight of their old friends

All flooding the brain with memories, that leak from the eyes

Just when you thought you had it all under control

Grief, that stealth like ninja, strikes