I can tell you all that after a tragic loss, you never move on in some ways..you must move on in others. My father was killed in a plane crash almost tweny years ago, thanks to a plane manufacturer who hid the fact that that type plane had already been involved in 37 fatal crashes, due to a defective part.
In some ways, I had to move on. I was pregnant with my oldest and I knew my dad wouldn't want me to grieve incessantly or go crazy with anger, thus endangering my baby's life. I needed to go back to work and literally work out my anger. I knew I'd have to fly a lot in the future, so I had to let go of my fears about that, although I was a seasoned air traveler before the crash.
In other ways, survivors can never totally move on. My children will never know their granddad and all his special ways and gifts. Nor will he be able to rejoice in their accomplishments and personalities, or the way that so many of them look and act like he did. He was never able to retire and enjoy his ranch.
My siblings and I have been able to move on and have normal lives, but we will never, never forget.
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