Do you ever find that when you are hit with bad times: you lose a job, a friend, whatever setback or loss it may be, that the grief returns for lost loved ones?
Whenever I am denied a job, lose a job, friendship broken, the the grief rushes right back in, and I have the exact same feelings of deep grief I had when I lost my parents.
I go, sort of, sailing along in life, then something terrible happens and I am right back where I was when I lost them: deeply mournful, wanting only to join them, wherever they are. It does stink. 