A Habit of Forgetting to Let Go

My grandma passed away two weeks ago. She was 94 years old and lived in a rich and wonderful life. She was ready to go, but even at 94 years old, it felt like it was all so sudden and far too soon. She was the last of my grandparents and this loss has left the world feeling smaller than it had before as I saw the end of that generation in my life. My other grandparents have been gone for years now but the loss of them will never fully heal. I don't know how many times I've been struck by a thought or a memory and moved to tears by their painful absence. They say that time can heal all things. I don't think that's the case in the death of a loved one. Sure, the pain may subside at times but the void that is left is massive and can't be filled by anyone else.