It's surprising that a photograph can sweep you off your feet and leave you deep into the bottomless abyss called grief. An innocent post of Ryan and his Mom evokes big alligator tears and sadness. The simple passage of time seems to have buffered the reaction time to them. But you're still vulnerable to their power - for they instantly transport you to suppressed feelings.
It's not that I intentionally shove grief out of the way. It's just that the once steady tidal waves have become regular wave sets and I've adapted to their methodical presence. Yet every now and then a swell will come out of no-where and knock you off your ass if you're not paying attention.
Thankfully I learned how to swim.