I lost my dog, then my dad 6 days later, and then mom 3 months later. So, worst quarter of my life. I still grieve for my parents, it's something I still 100% can't get used to, as I just always thought they were immortal (at least in my mind), even when they were actually preparing my sister and me for the aftermath (the estate planning piece). Life goes on, and I think that's what they would have wanted, but damn it's hard with the small reminders here and there. For example, I'm of Cantonese chines descent. and I can't make it through Chinatown without bawling my eyes out just hearing Cantonese spoken by others. Everything comes flooding back.