It's ok to grieve forever . . .

There’s nothing particularly special about my story. Although while recalling it, I still sometimes cry. Long ago I lost someone I loved. I was not expecting it, I didn't lose her all at once; I lost her in pieces over a long time.
We want to avoid the brutality of death at all costs but when it inevitably comes, it brings grief that takes its own sweet time to soften. But soften it does, somewhere in the manmade construct of Time and if Time does anything, it deepens our grief. 
The longer I live, the more fully I become aware of who she was for me, and the more intimately I experience what her love meant, I realize its power and depth. 

Love has made itself visible through grieving. 

If one is lucky, one is reborn.