Some here did not grieve, and that's great! However, I felt a very deep sense of loss. I was losing that "special feeling" I got while drinking, but more importantly I was saying goodbye to a lifestyle that I'd become attached to.
Much like a poor child who has been removed from a war-torn, poverty-stricken environment will still yearn to GO HOME to that environment, I also yearned to GO HOME to my comfort zone.
It took a while, but I moved forward. For a while, I felt as if I'd lost a limb. Now, I know what I lost was more akin to a tumor. You'll get over it. Just don't drink during the grieving process, and you'll be okay.