Four and a half years after my parents died, there are still moments that knock me down again. Sometimes, I can see it coming, rolling in like a tsunami wave. The pain and the tears sometimes announce their arrival in advance. Anniversaries, birthdays and holidays, I know the tears are coming. Sometimes, though, a song breaks me again. Sometimes, a thought just comes that reminds me how much I miss them. There is no warning. Just know that grief bursts, whether expected or sudden, are normal. You will make it through. Let each grief burst remind you that you have survived them before and can again. Let that knowledge encourage you on the journey.