Often times, it is not easy recovering from the death of a loved one. It is difficult to get over it. My father died 3 years ago. I am not over it. It makes me sad whenever I think about him. It was the way he died, in the nursing home, he slowly wasting away. Dying. Having to watch him die slowly, nearly "killed" me. After he died, I was so stressed, I ended up in the hospital the day after his funeral. I am still grieving. I can't get over it.
Here is how I feel about it, "it is okay if you never get over it." I am speaking only for myself. If you understand how I feel. Then you understand why I don't care if I never recover. The way I see it, my life is forever changed, "to a point," because my Dad is gone. And it's okay.
I've got a right to feel bad about my Dad going away. I got a right to miss him. My life is not the same. It is changed because he is no longer with me. And all of this is something, I don't mind, living with, and getting over with, slowly. Okay, enough is enough, of this.
Peace be with you, as you go. Regards, Dr. Haddox