Grief is weird like that. My therapist described it as like a rock you carry in your pocket -- at first you notice it all the time, then slowly you stop noticing it as much, but you'll still sometimes be surprised by it when you put your hand in your pocket from time to time.
I'm sorry you have to deal with that. The yarn sounds really lovely, though!
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I'm sorry you have to deal with that. The yarn sounds really lovely, though!