Something happened this week that, if you had told me three years ago I'd do this, I'd have slapped your face. Wednesday was the 3rd anniversary of Daddy's death. I remembered on Monday that it was coming this week. Friday, I remembered it had been on Wednesday. But on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I forgot all about it.
I think that's a good sign. I choose to see it as a sign that I'm letting go of my grief. Like a lot of Daughters of Divorce, I had an ambivalent relationship with my Daddy. which does not mean I ever stopped loving him. It just means we had some issues to work through. But in the last several years we had a really close relationship.
I still miss him, but more and more often now, I can remember him and hear and tell stories about him without crying.
Go over to my SoWk blog for more thoughts about this.