This has to be one of the hardest things for me to face about my grief (and one of the most shocking to us all!); that it might not only not get better, BUT THAT IT ACTUALLY MAY GET WORSE!
And yet, I have heard this from several people who are now years into the grieving process. I've heard from some that it is no better at all for them after seven years, and from some others, after seventeen years.
I must admit that fills me with some dread; not only for me, but for my wife and my kids. 'Cause, as bad as this hurts as Levi's dad, I know there's one person in the world it's got to hurt even worse, and that's the lady who carried this precious life inside her for nine months.
And, my word, how this has affected Levi's big brother and two sisters!
Not only the loss of their beloved Wivs, but even things like seeing dear ol' Dad, the head of the family, just go to pieces in front of the whole gang after filling out the death certificate, when they had never in their lives even seen me shed a tear prior to that.
I hope this dear lady is mistaken somehow. I guess we shall soon see.
(Our dearly beloved Alice, who lost her 16-year old boy, James, about 35 years ago, has promised us it will, eventually, get easier)
If not, it will certainly mean we'll all learn new ways in which the Lord's Grace is sufficient (II Corinthians 1:8-10; 12:9-10; Hebrews 4:15-16).