And you’ll realize that this person you’ve been missing because they’ve been gone is still very much a part of you. That you are, somehow, the culmination and completion of their life’s work. That everything they were is now somehow a part of you too. And you’ll celebrate that inheritance, flaws and all. You’ll look for those times when you can just soak it in. You’ll talk to them, knowing that their answers are already inside you. It will still suck, but at the same time it will not.
Sometimes I say stuff to other people and then realize I’m also saying it to myself.