It doesn’t go away, entirely, I am sorry to say, but I’ll not lie to you, lad. It’s hard, perhaps the hardest thing you’re going to face, but, well, it does get better. I had a wife, we had a lover, and I don’t stop hoping they, or our daughter, turn up here someday, but...
You can move forward if you try. I’d not say you move on, just ever, but forward’s none too bad to start yourself with. It’s the waking in the morning, making tea, going about your work sorts of things. A part of you is aye with them and aye will be, but occasionally, then not so occasionally, it’s not so hard to breathe.
You’ll be all right, my grandfather liked to say, about a lot of things, once the pain goes away. This is one that doesn’t go away, but it becomes more of a dull ache, like how your bones hurt when it storms, once you’ve broken them.