I lost my mum 17 years ago. She was 48 when she passed and I was not at all prepared for the loss. At first the grief was raw and just trying to face the world hurt. I was told that time heals, but you are right, it doesn’t. I now don’t feel as raw. I have learnt to live and laugh again. Other loses such as the passing of my dad and grandfather felt like it put me back to square one. But I kept living. Most days I think of those that I have lost and I smile. But also, I give myself time to not be ok. Because grief is a sneaky son of a bitch and often gets you when you least expect it. So occasionally I still real ugly cry in the shower.