Bottled Up Elli, Faith and Doubt, Grief | 2 comments the forest wept rain-tears falling mist dampening my dry upturned face grief for me for Elli gone five years that day 2 Comments Bekka on October 26, 2013 at 11:26 am I cannot presume to equate the grief of losing my father to your grief for losing your daughter. But there is something about 5 years, isn’t there? I’m sure 10 years will seem equally strong and fresh. I’m finding that grief subsides more often, these days, but there are certain reminders, like birthdays, that make everything seem as fresh as yesterday. Much love to you and your family. Sara on October 26, 2013 at 11:47 am I’m dreading reaching this milestone in a week or so. Why it frightens me so much I do not know.