7 years past.

Grieving doesn't get better with time.

Sure, it doesn't sting as much, but there is nothing that can truly heal the part of you that has lost someone you loved. Seven years ago today, I lost my grandfather to lung cancer. I could write a million and one things about how wonderful of a man that he was, how loving and kind and just how life was better with him around. And it would all be true. But this kind of grieving is the silent kind. I miss him so much that words aren't enough. They never will be.