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Life... goes on. Slowly, painfully, joyously, tearfully, abundantly... Days pass. Weeks. Months. I've learned that measuring in moments is easier. It helps me know that whatever sadness I feel is temporary. I miss him more than I could have imagined. In the first days and weeks, I wanted to die, to be with him. Yet in the midst of great pain, my life continued. I went to sleep and woke up every day. I ate and drank and breathed... I eat. I drink. I breathe. The world doesn't stop when someone dies. For those not directly affected, it doesn't even pause. Even when the decedent is world-famous, after all the hoopla ends, the others eventually go back to their own lives. As is the case with the death of Mr. Bliss. There are a few who still call to check on my daughter and I, many more who probably keep us in their prayers. But at their core, mourning and grieving are solitary endeavors. This is what I'm learning. Everyone doesn't understand what ...