I thought I had this whole grieving thing down after losing my cousin and great-grandmother. A week of denial, followed by a month and a half of depression, and then I'm done. My grandpa died November 1st and I still cry over him every day. I loved him more than most of my family. At times I wish it was my other grandpa who lost his battle with cancer, but thats not reality. Reality lets the violent one be cured and the loving one die. I miss him so much.