Sometimes it just really punches me in the gut - the missing. The re-remembering that he's gone and that he won't be coming back next week, next month, ten years from now. That I can't take a picture of his kids opening birthday presents and save them until he gets back.
It's the same old story: I don't know how to express this. Close family are all focused on the remembering, and it feels wrong for me to bring up grief again, and risk ruining someone else's day. Friends have definitely been supportive, but I imagine that nobody really wants to spend a long time with this... there's nothing to be done, after all.