I used the last fabric sheet just now that I took out of Kaitlyn’s apartment and put in the dryer that was once hers. It never ends. At least an amputated limb heals over if treated properly even though phantom pain may persist forever. But the amputation of most of your heart and soul that comes with the loss of your child never heals, never even scabs over, never scars, but is left fresh and bleeding.
I do not grieve privately it seems.