I hate what grief does. I never used to think twice about throwing papers away. I'm talking about the million and one scraps of paper your kids draw and color on. I always knew there'd be more the next day. Not to mention, with this many children, there's a TON of paper and drawings daily. It simply isn't feasible to keep every. single. little. piece. of artwork. But after losing a child, I now find myself thinking, "What if this is the last thing they ever draw? What if this is the last time I ever see his/her handwriting?" And I pause. I hesitate. The fear of losing another child is ever-present in the back of a bereaved parent's mind. And that sucks. And it's all Death's fault.