I came across your link while secrahing for grief 2 years out. My son died 2 1/2 years ago. Healthy, strong, fit young man of 31 dropped to the ground in an instant in front of his father. He had an anuerysm. We have 6 children all together. Watching them grieve, while I grieve is difficult. We are all getting better, making progress on our journey, but I wanted to read what others have experienced as time goes by. We have all made our peace with the Lord, signs of happiness have returned, and I would not ask Levi to come back to this crazy world. I just miss him. We just miss him. That part will never change, and I wouldn't want it to. Triggers come a bit more unexpected than early on when it didn't take much to bring a river of tears. Now I kind of like the tear in my eye that no one knows about but me, and the loving thoughts I have toward him in my heart that are private. Yet, sometimes life seems so awkward. I am a member of a club I did not ask to join, was not asked if I wanted to join, yet I am an honorary member, as is everyone in this club. Most days I feel this club is an elite, unique, warm, marvelous group of human beings. We have gained a great deal of insight into life as well as death and heaven. Other days I would like so desperatly not to be a member anymore. God Bless