I agree with Skeezyks. My sister died three years ago and it took a concentrated amount of time just for me to be able to get off the couch. Now, sometimes when I think about it, and the reality of her being gone hits me, it literally takes my breath away. Sometimes I cry inconsolably. But most of the time, life is still just life. I just view things differently because I have a better appreciation of the immediacy of life, which in its own hard way is a gift. wishing you healing.