A funny thing about grief

When the worst of it starts to abate, sometimes one can almost regret its passing - because, yes, it means the worst of the shock and loss is wearing off and one is adjusting to the "new normal," and starting to return to things that brought one pleasure before...

but it means that as the loss recedes into the past, so does the time spent with the one who has gone. There will come a time when I will go a full day without shedding a tear thinking about her. (Today is not that day). And that'll bring me closer to forgetting what her fur smelled like or what her little chirps sounded like or how she used to greet me at the door when I came home at night and I always nearly tripped over her in the dark.