i was 27 when my dad died, 36 when i lost my mom. i’m 52 now and still sorting through. writing is salvation. use it.
grief is a never ending journey, usually taken without a compass or a road map. but oh, the things you learn along the way. life will be richer, because you have this new perspective that it could slip through your fingers at any moment. this appreciation is a bittersweet to be sure, but still a good thing.
and there are other good things. you will find them.