Time sit in it for what it is as you feel and gain understanding of your experience. We are all interconnected. Life is like a banquet. We are born, live and then die. Whilst we get decompose we also get reincarnate regierate into something new. I have lived died and got to live again. Not to sure what thats all about except I am blessed, full of compassion and humbled.

I am of the view that suffering always diminishes the sufferer, so I try to process the loss with a minimum of angst. Repeated losses (mother, brother, wife, and son all died "before their time" in accidents or illnesses, not counting those who passed of old age) have left me emotionally numb relative to my former self, although I doubt a total stranger would notice anything amiss. I am not sure I should do anything about it (or that I can).

It helps to understand the grieving process, how it works, and what to expect. And to have heaps of patience with the seemingly endless grind of it. It also helps to understand it does in fact get better or at least you learn to live with your losses. Also, to understand that love isn't a zero sum game, that your ability to love again DOES exist, that capacity is invariably more than you think yourself capable of. The problem is that over time you realize that loving again is exposing yourself to more potential loss (or in the alternative, exposing your new love interests to the loss of you). You have to figure out how to be okay with that. To accept life on its own terms, rather than yours.

Everone grieves in their own way and at their own pace. I feel the sadness, whatever shape it takes. Some days are manageable, some days not so much. I try to take extra care of myself as much as I can and reach out to people who I know can be supportive, because some people can't.

I lost my beloved wife of 27 years on Sept 13th 2017,to aggressive lung cancer,she was a smoker,from High School until quitting about 35 years ago,the twist of fate was being told on our 26th wedding anniversary date of August 23rd 2016,and she was gone in 13 months time....Grief comes in waves,a song,perfume,even the eating places we used to go to, or go shopping together bring back memories,mostly good ones,to help me sleep when the not so good ones come to visit at night before sleep,I take two(2) 10mg Melatonin sleeping aids,for a deep sleep.

For me, after the initial pain, I had to remember the best times we had together and keep them near to me. The hard or bad times I expelled and rely on these good memories whenever her memory returns, which is every day. And that was 16 years ago. Whenever these memories cross my thoughts I smile and thank her for the time we had.

There is actually a field of scientific inquiry about grief and loss called Thanatology. Most responses here are really affirming what the science says about the process. Some losses are so huge we can't accept and integrate it all at once. So our subconscious tends to spoon-feed it to us in increments we can handle. This makes us think we're feeling better, then suddenly we aren't. It moves us generally from numbness and overwhelm to increasingly sporadic active grieving and then to what for lack of a better phrase is generally called "moving on".

"Moving on" doesn't imply what people think it does. It is generally not being okay with the loss or never keenly feeling it again. It is more about taking it on board as part of who you are and living with it, and possibly making room in your life for new attachments and the implied openness to the probability of further grief and loss down the road.

You don't always cope with it. Sometimes it overwhelms you and that's okay. You learn to live with the loss, but that takes time. For some people talking about it or writing about it helps to process grief. Time.

Cry a lot. Wallow in it. Miss them horribly. Look at pictures. Eat extra chocolate.
Then repeat all this as often as needed, until it happens less and less frequently.

Then it's time to remember all the good, fun things that we got to share , and be grateful for that time together, all the while knowing that the previous emotions can re-visit at at any time, and that it's ok, and that the one lost is well worth every tear !

I always tell my friends, when they ask me "how I'm doing," I say, "I'm riding the wave. When it's up, I'm up, when it's crashing, I'm holding on for dear life." I have no control really. Sometimes waves of grief wash over me, and I'm caught up in the swell. Sometimes I have moments of joy, and I try to just experience them. And there are always the questions. How were his last moments, did he know it was coming (he was one of the Marines killed in the KC-130 crash over Mississippi). Was he in pain? What were his thoughts? Is he anywhere right now or just gone from me forever?

A lot of friends try to use "reason" with me, and to help me to feel better. They're not my friends anymore. Reason doesn't work in the face of grief, and those trying to make "me" feel better are really just saying they don't want to feel bad and when they're around me they feel bad.

Now when I run across somebody, I simply say, "I'm sorry..." I don't the "for your loss." I just say, "I'm sorry..." Because I knew that sorrow. I know that pain. I'm sorry. I hope that there are people in your life where you will feel safe to grieve as you need to grieve, where you'll be safe to just "feel." Soon it becomes part of you, and you live alongside it, but it can only be "experienced," if it's to be "healed."

I allow myself to hurt, to feel sad, for as long as it takes. I also find much comfort in speaking with others who feel the loss. I do a lot of mental processing when I put my feelings and thoughts into words, be they spoken or written. Time will lessen the ripping sting, but never seems to do so quickly enough.

I am sorry if you are currently grieving. There is no pain like it.

Imagine how they’d want you to cope. If they loved you, they’d not want you devastated. Assuming life’s joys, however small or limited, are worth the time and effort it took to introduce us to them, whatever life we experience seems precious. We can rejoice in that.

Easier said than done to say, 'move on, let go, it's going to be okay.' Death of a loved one leaves a permanent scar in our heart.

When my beloved grandparents passed away, especially my nana; I cried so hard. I still do because I can't touch her face. But, I can feel, smell, and hear her presence when I channel her to me.

I am spiritual and I am very much in touch with my 6th sense ability. We are all born with it. And because I use my gift often, my loved ones who have left this Earth physically, are always with me. Knowing how to use my gift has really minimised a lot of pain for me.

We all posses the power of healing through spiritual powers within us.