I don't know that it get alot easier. I still can't look through photo albums with pictures of my mother, and it's been 16 yrs. I choose to remember the happy moments, her love and humor. At times I speak to her as though she were there, and I believe in a way, she hears me. I have found that there are some wounds to the heart that never fully heal. In my mind, it just means you loved them that much more. No majic words of wisdom, just my personal experience. Peace.