Comment post to my friend, Melissa, whose father died last year
Glad you're owning it.
It's a crap feeling and I don't think there is a healthy way of getting around it.
It does get easier, in a way.
But it doesn't ever leave.
In fact, I think it grows.
The urgent pain of it changes.
It turns into something you can live with.
Like a sapling tree that grows into a monument.