I told myself I would continue this blog until I had learned to manage my grief. Maybe my process will help someone else, as well. I have contented myself that the grief will never be gone. I still grieve occasionally for my grandparents--on their birthdays, their anniversary, days that were special to the three of us. It has been managed grief for a long time now. But I still miss them. For almost two weeks I have not been able to talk to anyone about Stinky Wink without crying. I can do that now. It happened last night in a restaurant with our favorite waitress. When she left with our order I realized that I hadn't cried when I talked about him. There is a comfort in that. It means that the wound is beginning to heal. The scar will remain when the actual healing is over. It will be there to remind me of the wound that caused it, and I will wear it proudly as I do the scars for Grandma and Grandpa. My memories of Stinky Wink will be in good company. I will continue to love him, as I have continued to love them. I will continue to miss him, as I have continued to miss them. And I will occasionally cry for him, as I have for them. The whole in my heart will again fill-in with happy memories as it did for them.