Healing takes time, and you never stop missing them.
Yes I know .. I'm getting there .. at least I stopped having those dreams of her being in the hospital
True story. My dad will have been gone for 13 years as of July 31, yet I still think of him so often and wish he were here - there are so many things I'd love to tell him. A couple of weeks ago, I was listening to talk radio while fixing dinner (a local show, Brian Sussman on KSFO) was talking about the death of Reagan, and the death of his own father, and I just broke down and started to cry. Not very comforting, perhaps, but I think it's a whole lot better than not remembering your loved ones, and not feeling any loss. What is gone, however, is that raw pain and anguish that was there at the beginning - that does heal. It is just impossible not to stop missing someone you loved.