I don't have a ton of them, but when I do have a good day, the next is filled with guilt for being happy for a moment, fear that I'm dishonoring or forgetting you, worry that you think you weren't important enough to grieve over every single day.
I said to someone I know, "I don't know why this hurts so much". And she said, "it hurts because it matters". And that was a huge thing for me to realize. That there are things in life that hurt. And they hurt because they are important.
When Asked for Advice on How to Deal with Grief, This Old Man Gave the Most Incredible Reply