Oh gosh Molly I know exactly what you mean. My dad died over 40 years ago but I still have my moments expecting him to walk through the door....
The pain of loss never goes.... It just gets easier to think about the loss and remember the good times more than the bad times.
My dad died from rapid invasive painful cancer. Within months he went from fit and healthy to one year later dying in agony. Took a long time to forget that year. It's not really forgotten, but the horror of that year is just an echo of a memory and the good bits during that year are good memories.
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The pain of loss never goes.... It just gets easier to think about the loss and remember the good times more than the bad times.
My dad died from rapid invasive painful cancer. Within months he went from fit and healthy to one year later dying in agony. Took a long time to forget that year. It's not really forgotten, but the horror of that year is just an echo of a memory and the good bits during that year are good memories.
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