The other day, one of my brothers and I were talking about how it's just unreal that in July we will hit the two-year mark without our dad. It strangely feels like it hasn't been that long, yet much longer at the same time. In our conversation, we were discussing how one of the most difficult parts of grief - aside from the constant profound sense of loss - is that everyone around us seemingly gets to move on with their lives, while this is still our reality day-in and day-