The grief over my friend's death is releasing its grip on me, a little. Or at least it was. But now her adult children have finally started to come back to life themselves and are posting tons of photos of their mother on Facebook and Instagram, and those are breaking my heart all over again. I don't blame them of course, but it's like picking at a scab. Will it ever heal?
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