Does it ever get easier? It's been 4 years now and seems like yesterday. Everything about the day reminds me of that eve and what we did the night before he died. Does the soul ever stop bleeding? Is there some way to keep the darkness out of your head and life after finding a loved one after the act? It's a horrible last memory, makes me want to vomit. Had so many panic attacks today, trying to stay distracted, but trying to distract myself only makes me think about it more. *sigh*