Today marks one year and five months since my youngest son, Evan, was killed in a tragic car accident when he was on his way home to see me for Mother's Day on May 10,2008. I know that I am not "stuck" in my grief in an unhealthy way; however, It feels as if a cold wind blows through a hole in my heart every single day and the pain of losing him is more than I can bear sometimes. Does grief lessen as the years go by? Does hope every return?
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