The more I process, and watch others around me process, talk to people who have been through the same, it all comes down to the same thing... time. Time is required to not feel the loss so acutely. Time is what makes things bearable again. Time is what gives us distance from the intense emotions, what let's the bad fade from memory and the good stay even when the moments are gone.
Time.
We pass the time in the hopes that eventually it will do it's job, but it only goes so fast, good or bad. A day is a day, even if it feels like a moment. Einstein explained it as such:
“Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. That's relativity.”
Loss feels like the hot stove. Sitting in it feels like torturous moments. But eventually even these moments will pass. I think we get concerned that over time, we will forget. But I don't think that's possible as long as we keep memories alive.
It sounds trite to say "Time heals all wounds". It doesn't. But it does give us the space to process and find a new path. I have to believe that it does let us become functional again.
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