More than remembering the happy times, there comes a time when all that the one you don't have near you, you realize is always with you. You know just what they would have said or done in any curcumstance, and you realize how much that person lives in you. For over a year after my father died I would reach for the phone to call him, then when I stopped doing that, I realized I was "calling" him inwardly and instead of the feeling that he was not answering the phone - there was his voice with his dry wit or wisdom, right there as part of me.
It gets more than better, having had that person in your life becomes comforting.
Holding you in the light
Larry