He was the most important person of my childhood, always made me feel safe and secure. Around him I felt as peaceful as nowhere else and I loved him a lot.
The first month, I cried every night and even went to such dramatic lengths of grieving in a really weird way - like standing naked on a balcony at December night, when everybody slept, just to feel as much coldness as him.
I know that’s weird but at that time it comforted me to know that my body, too, felt extreme coldness. And it made me feel like I was connected to him.
After 2 months, my grief turned less weird and I kind of accepted the fact that he was gone.
However, to this day when I look at his pics, when I remember my childhood and he’s part of most beautiful memories of mine, the shock hits me every time I remember he’s gone and it feels like I still can’t accept or believe it, and the feelings of grief come intensely.
How long will it take for it not to shock me again and again every time I remember he’s not with us anymore?