Grief is a strange creature. It rears its head when you least expect it, and it hangs around in ways that you could never have imagined. Its appearances can be logical, but they don’t always have to be. Sometimes grief only pokes its head out to greet you, and then other times it feels like its lying on your chest trying to smother you.
My dad and I have been looking for a new fly rod for me (he kind of wants his Sage Z-Axis back, and I can't blame him), and I found out that Sage has a pink fly rod. *gasp* It doesn't come in the length that I need (and it's expensive), but it did lead me to an organization called Casting for Recovery (http://castingforrecovery.org/).