I'm not there yet.
Occasionally, very occasionally, I can take comfort in the happy memories, but mostly they make me sad. Kind of like, when you lose someone close to you and people are all telling funny stories about them, you know? You laugh, but you have that little pain in your heart at the same time.
In fact, I'm sitting right here in my office with photos of him through all the years...I've worked here 20 years...and the "How did this go so wrong?" starts and ...
I have got to remember to bring makeup to the office.
