“How do you feel?” he finally asks. I shrug awkwardly. “Hollow.” He nods. “That’s good. It means the grief has gone.” “For forever?” He looks sad. “No, babe. It never goes. But it does get easier and the times in between the sadness get longer and longer. But you’ll always love and miss her.” He pauses. “Maybe that’s good. It’s certainly a fine way to honour someone.”
