After a year, I could say his name without crying.
After two years, I could talk about him without crying.
After three years, a day would go by when I didn't think about him
Three and a half years, and I can think about him without pain. I can talk about him with love instead of grief.
Just today, the neighbor kid (11) said,
"You remember your dog, Joe?"
"Yes, of course, I remember Joe."
"He was a good dog. Was he a fast runner?"
"Faster than I was."