They say grief is like waves, it comes and goes as time moves on. One day you’re feeling whole when all of the sudden the current changes and you start feeling the pieces falling apart. It might be that it gets easier to manage as time progresses, which is probably why people say that time heals it all. Though I agree that the passing of time makes the pain less painful, it doesn’t mean that it will necessarily make it all go away. It’s been a couple of years and some months since the passing of my father, and though it doesn’t hurt as it did, it sometimes springs up on me, the longing, the fear that I will forget his voice or his constant advice. Grief is so many things. It breaks and makes, it forces you to examine life through a different lens, to appreciate the little things, and enjoy the brief joys that every day can bring. So wherever you are, thank you for the lessons, even those imparted while you’ve been gone.