I stayed with Maria for two weeks and by the end of the time together we had both managed to get over the death of our family members.
I was still sad, I still wished she were alive and I still cried occasionally but the emptiness had gone because I realised my life shouldn’t evolve around a death. I wasn’t the only person in the world and life went on, whether I was ready or not.
Maria and I still chat occasionally and sometimes we visit each other, it was a friendship which allowed me to move on and I valued that more than anything. We helped each other, together.