Grief is violating. Words I never thought I would think. Or speak. Or type. I was just finishing up a spin/cycle class. Something I just recently started doing and really enjoy. We hit the cool down and I was feeling goooood. I am a cardio junkie so anytime my heart rate goes up for an extended period of time I feel like I could conquer the world. That nothing was going to stop me. Until that song started playing. That song that stopped me in my pedals. That song that reminded me of the deep grief that I am walking through. The song that reminded me that my brother, Rory, is gone. That I will not see him this side of Heaven. I lost it. I mean I was almost sobbing in a room of full of 18 people. I got off my bike and walked away. I know I shouldn't have felt embarrassed but I did. I gathered my composure and called Levi. At this point I felt so angry. Angry that Rory's death has robbed me of many things. Things that I never even considered. That is when I called Levi and spo...