No matter how many years pass, since Lin's death, I can still hold my hand over my broken heart and say that my emotional state can get really strong, very functional and my life seems to have times during which it is brighter, in some ways. However, if I put a certain film (from quite a number of films) on, or hear a certain piece of music (from quite a number of pieces), it's yesterday once more, and I'm crushed!
The films I can't bear to watch, because they reduce me to deep and hysterical crying fit, are many, such as: "Signs"; "What Dreams May Come"; "Ladyhawke"...etc.. That "What Dreams May Come" movie utterly destroys me and there are even times when I can't even pick it up to move it to somewhere else.
Some bereaved people are, indeed, cursed never to completely recover. Maybe, that's me describing a virtue, the inability to ever completely dismiss the dead of our lives...because, they were simply too crucial to our lives, while they lived!
One thing that I will always hold to, though, is: "NEVER LET THEM GO!" Honour them by making them know (where they are, over there) that...for you, they will always be around. Then, set about building something - ANYTHING - in their honour!