But count on the grief to come back. Even years later. Three years after my mom passed, I would sometimes think, Why am I still feeling like this? It’s not a grief that has an end date. It evolves, but it stays around. You know, it becomes something that hangs out in the corner. It’s still nearby, every day. And sometimes it comes up and runs at you. You just have to let it do what it’s going to do.
