tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521417695100936659.post1576050628563372599..comments2023-06-22T07:54:35.386-07:00Comments on Mourning's Light: secrets of our clubAlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03676637083322358781noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521417695100936659.post-61456022971030927472012-03-08T16:44:52.300-08:002012-03-08T16:44:52.300-08:00What a lot of people told me was that it doesn'...What a lot of people told me was that it doesn't get better, but it gets different. And maybe it isn't the grief so much that gets different, but, as you said, how we live with it. For me, it hurts just as much, but I don't have to feel the intensity all the time. Triggers come less often than in the first two years and I recover quicker. I do think it gets better, but I'm always quick to add that better doesn't mean "all better" but an improvement over what was. I suppose, again, that it is not the grief, but in the place it has in my whole life.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03533706560591305512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-521417695100936659.post-79281836516062116482012-03-08T12:45:36.957-08:002012-03-08T12:45:36.957-08:00Aly, I would tend to agree. I function, and I am...Aly, I would tend to agree. I function, and I am a wonderful parent to my remaining children, and I am not depressed. I am highly functional while being chronically sorrowful. This will not change, but I will be ready when it's time to go home, and I see him, and my beloved Dad again. My heart waits for that joyous picnic.<br /> www.learnedfromdaniel.blogspot.comAlexandra of Virginiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17383184282535835905noreply@blogger.com