Grief is a funny thing. It can be dark and everything. Or, it can be confusing, but smaller, but nonetheless real. It is hard to understand, and we sometimes don't know why it affects us in a certain way. What is undeniable thought is that death shakes our lives, and it changes things. This isn't a story about a dark, everything grief.This is story about a girl, and how a death in her family, in a weird and (normal?) way changed how she acted, wanted to act, or at least how she thought she should. This is a story about how grief is weird, and weird is life. And, this is a story about how people carry pieces of hope with them, available to use and available to share.