They say there are 5 stages of grief.
Ouch…NO, no, no no no no….
Ouch!, Fuck this, screw you… arrrrrgh….. (Did I just break my hand?)
Ouch! Why? Why? Pleeeeeease no!
Uggggghhhhh…. I’m not getting out of bed and yes I ate all of the cookies.
And All I really want is my son back. This sucks.
Add to this periods of staring numbly into space, crying hysterically, and either sleeping or not sleeping.