“The Scars Remain Tender”
The scars remain tender. Never, ever healed, but only lightly scabbed over. Time does not heal all wounds, but only allows us to adapt, if we can, to a life that is forever altered. Some wounds are like physical disabilities that will never heal, but can only be compensated for, adapted to.
Is there a way in which you have changed since the death of you loved one that feels like a disability? How have you adapted?