The snow arrived unannounced and overwhelmed everything, changing the landscape so it was unrecognisable. No one was prepared, my grief feels like that snowstorm, I feel changed and weighed down by the burden.. Trying to negotiate the new environment around me, not knowing where I am going, looking for familiar landmarks. I feel miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before. But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality and I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed but familiar. Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.