As I've said before, my Dad died on Christmas morning. I have two blown glass feathers from my folks 'angel wings' that hang on my tree every year!! I have many things from their home in my home..I sleep in their bed! I have coffee everyday at their kitchen table. I speak to them on a regular basis..no, they don't speak back, but I feel their spirit in my life. They left me well prepared and strong. Of course, I miss them, shed my tears when I need to, and then pick myself up and go on as I know they expect me to.
Hugs to everyone struggling with grief. Its not easy.