I shared this in a group and wanted to post it here also,

Will be 8 years for me tomorrow,Since I lost my Eric at 23, I allow myself to feel what ever it is I need to feel, I accept it as being a part of me now, I will never have a single moment I am not missing him like crazy, But accepting my grief is something that took me years , I know how it has changed me what my struggles are and I know there is nothing I can really do to change it, So I accept that the devastation we endure changes us. And I only show my broken to ones who understand .