Hi all, 

I'm 26 and recently lost my Gramps to prostate cancer. This is my first real experience of death and it didn't help things that it happened so quickly.

He got his terminal diagnosis on his birthday (August 4th 2016), when he turned 86 - 16th September he passed away in the early hours of the morning. He had been in remission for 15 years and has always bounced back from illness, so we were shocked --moreso than anything-- when he died. My Nan, whom he with for 60 years has managed to slowly adjust to life on her own but my mom, who spent his last day with him, finds it hard to talk about. 

I miss him terribly and being restricted in regards to talking about this monumental event in our lives has driven me crazy. I have turned from (in my boyfriend's words) "a sweet, caring girl" into someone who picks arguments over literally nothing. 

I miss my Gramps so much and going to my grandparents' house has become painful as I get flashbacks from the day of the funeral when my family & I waited in silence for the undertaker to knock the door for us to get into the town car. 

I also feel incredibly guilty that life is just going on and it feels like family members are forgetting him or I shouldn't be moving forward with my own life because he isn't here.

Understably, everyone's grief is different but how do I handle my grief?