Buried my mom's mom on a Monday, saw my husband pass away that Wednesday, then my dad's mom died that saturday.. I was 31 then.. 3.6 years later.. finding joy in every day, small things. Making muffins for the neighbors, sitting with my kids and just listening. I like the ball in the box concept... at first the ball fills the box... then as time and healing goes on, the ball gets smaller, but when it does hit the edges, that feeling is still there. Forever. Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, special moments and accomplishments with my children... my life perspective is forever changed..and it's very hard to take a lot to seriously anymore because you can plan... but Im a believer in fate. Put your best foot forward and do not apologize for the things you need as you grieve. So many opinions. But only you know.