From my journal dated November 24, 2002:
The general feeling about grief seems to be that it’s like a wound – it heals gradually over time and you get “better.”
But that’s not necessarily true, especially when it concerns the death of a child. It’s not like you start at the bottom of a hill and walk steadily upward out of grief. The road is long, uneven, and it gets harder, because the realization of the awful permanence sinks in. Day after day; occasion after occasion. We have to learn to live with the permanence of the death of our precious Jason.
I know we’ll see him again. But I miss him so much.