I think grief for him might be like a bad tooth, I remember reading this I think in Anne of Avonlea but grief is like a bad tooth in the sense that. there’s bad days and good days, it’s a presence you’re always aware of but you still. you still do live on, you have happy days but it’s there

that’s jing yuan’s grief to me I think….. a constant presence that’s there, but that doesn’t mean you don’t live. that doesn’t meant you can’t press on.