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Good grief with this grief already

You should all know, grief, it's stupid. Like, really stupid. The problem with grief, is that I can never tell if its anger, depression, or anxiety...or just fucking grief. 

When I knew his time was up, and that a death was eminent, I subscribed to an idea of grief.

The death of my father was going to make me cry for hours on end.
Make me throw myself on a coffin.
Force me to live at his grave-site until threatened with a sanitarium holiday.

I haven't hit the mark on either of those. Instead I am this guy ----

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