I continue to grieve as an adult. Lately it feels like I've been grieving for the little girl in me. I think a lot about the feeling of realizing I'd never see my father again and how deeply I felt it in my chest. I used to think about grief and loss as something you went through for a little while. I always believed that eventually it would just go away, but I'm learning that it doesn't work like that. Feelings have to be dealt with because when they are buried or ignored, they sneak up on you, often at the worst times and in destructive ways.