time takes time.....for memories to not sear us with their heat, nor crush us with their power. to move from heart wrenching to bittersweet to one day a fond or slightly uncomfortable tug.
my first ex husband, my daughter's dad, passed away back in 2004 from cancer. we'd been separated since 1984 but remained good friends and co-parents. i still have his last fishing license up on the wall here in my office...it was in his tackle box with my daughter transferred to Hank. i can't take it down....
let things happen as they will, don't FIGHT against yourself, ALLOW yourself to feel but do not dwell in any place too long.