This is the best way for me to describe the process of grief and how sudden it is to someone. Picture life as a highway (hopefully not to hell, but that is another story) and your a car, traveling along, at your own pace. Sure, every once in awhile you'll run out of gas, over heat and there will be loads of pot holes and speed bumps along the way. Sudden grief that you didn't expect is like a car crash, a hit and run. Your suddenly stranded on the side of the road with no cell phone. You car is smashed up, and all that you can do is wait it out. Sometimes it seems like the mechanic can take forever to show up, and sometimes it feels like it takes a second. It seems like whatever you do, how ever much you try to move the car, your stuck, your life cannot move on. Over cars pass by you, some stop to try to help. Those friendly drivers make you feel like your not alone until the mechanic finally arrives. He fixes your car to the best of his ability, but hes not a miracle worker. You are always going to have that dent or scratch on your car, effecting everything that you do. No matter how much you pry at it, bang it or polish it, it will still remain as a painful memory. Your car will never be the same again, just like you will never be the same person that you once were. Even as life gets easier to live, as your car get easier to drive on the highway again, you will still be affected everyday. That one dent, that one scratch will remind you of that painful day that is burned into your memory forever. You'll never be whole again, but life goes on, and same dent or scratch that hurts to look at may someday remind you of the great times that you had with your loved one. Those memories, are worth more than a perfect car.