In my essays and in responses I often say some form of: the pain pockets of grief have infinite depth, that these chasms can cause tears at a moments notice no matter how much time as elapsed, yet as the pockets drain, their infinite depth leaves foom for infinite amounts of Light to enter our lives.

While I tend only to grieve for my lover Lindsey a couple of stretches a year after 4 years, I more than pretend she's with me. I talk to her either out loud or in my head often--watching a TV show or movie I'll say something like, "that's so funny, I'm glad you're here watching and enjoying with me," or "damn that girl is hot and I know you think so too."

I don't know if you've read any of my many stories about my experiences with my psychic medium, Anne, and her channeling the souls of my dearly departed for me. The way I met her was in 2010 the women I was involved with at the time would use her to speak to the souls of pets who had passed away. I'll make an introduction if that interests you.