It's been 10 years since my grandpa died, but some days I still find it hard to accept that the sun still rises when he's gone. No matter how much I tell myself he would want me to be happy, I can't get past it. That's not to say it interferes that much with my day to day life that much, but it still hurts A LOT. A few months ago I went and visited his grave, and to my surprise I could barely stop myself from crying. How did you get past losing the one person you cared about more than anyone else?