Grief doesn't end.

There is no end to grief, you just get used to it. I am an adult woman who lost my father 10 years ago at the age of 22 and even now I long for something I will NEVER have again. A hug from my dad. I am thankful for the memories of the many hugs he gave me, the many words of advice and love and affection however sometimes the want to feel his arms around me becomes so great it's like a physical pain in my chest almost suffocating me. The little girl in me longs for my father but she must make do with memories for the rest of her life.