Tom (Curmudgeon) has been gone a bit over three years. Last Tuesday I had a "grief day". They hit mostly unexpectedly and are a lot more widely spaced now than they were in the past. At least this time I recognized it early and leaned into it, embracing it. A couple times I haven't recognized what it was until the day was almost over. It was a good day, quiet and reflective.

Grief never goes away. Nor would I want it to. But the sharp edges have softened.

Linn