Yesterday, reading a post on grieving in a friend's journal, triggered a spasm of howling and gnashing of teeth.
Somehow, thinking about the concept of grief is itself much more painful than contemplating Penny's death. This is weird and makes my brain hurt.
The post stated, basically, that grief isn't something you get over, it's something you learn to live with.
This made me think a bit: it's not an injury, you don't heal from it. It is, in fact, the tool you use to heal from injuries that aren't physical. If those injuries heal. If not, then the grief remains present.