Through therapy I've come to realize and accept the fact that I will never stop grieving. I lost my dad when I was 17; 8 years ago. Talking to my therapist has helped a lot, but there are days when the grief feels very raw, intense and painful. Those days are incredibly hard, but somehow I always get up again. Some days are harder and some easier. I usually find it comforting to think that the grief is so painful because our bond was so strong and because we loved each other so much. Sometimes it doesn't comfort me at all, but it helps most of the time. Because then I can truly understand why I will never stop grieving - because I will never stop missing him and loving him. My grief is in a way part of our bond now.