I often think about my grandmother who passed several years ago and my soul still aches the same. She was my favorite person and one of the few who truly saw me.
It makes me wonder if grieving never ends for some losses.
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I think the more you loved someone, the harder it is to let them go.
Sorry for the loss.
It gets easier, but memories contain a bit of sadness as well as dollops of joy.
It’s so true.
It doesn't, but we move forward none-the-less because we have a duty to those around us to make everyday count and be the best version of ourselves. We live on so that their memory can as well.
Yes! Beautifully said.
My grandma passed 18 years ago. I still tear up when I think about her.