I have 8 years worth of emails, photos, correspondence from my dad. I never delete anything from family. I might have lost a few due to hard drive failures, and caught between back ups, but I have most of them. I have been going through them, and it’s a sad/happy/sad feeling because as much as many of them make me smile, I know there will be no more, and then the grief comes.
The distance, and not having the daily seeing of someone, lessened the initial grief, but I have found the last few days it’s hit me in larger and larger waves.