Grieving someone who has passed is hard. Grieving someone who is still alive is brutal. With death there is a finality, a sense of peace and everything being completely over. But when you are grieving someone who is still alive, it feels so much more difficult, more confusing. That persistent lingering of “what if there’s still a fraction of a chance?,” even if you know there isn’t. That damned sliver of hope. How do you just let go of someone?