Get over it

Something I hear more and more a year after Lev died: Get over it, move on with your life. I know these people mean well, that they want us to be happy. But if I had lost both of my arms, no one would tell me to get over it. That is how I feel, like an emotional amputee. I can't just pick up all the pieces and act like nothing happened. I am deeply damaged, and that is how I will always be. I must now seek new paths, new sources of nourishment for the soul.