I think the Western attitude to grief is damaging.
People are embarrassed, so anything after six weeks on, it's seen as just impolite to mention that by the way, you are still cut up to your eyes and brains with grief.
So, because people would prefer that you didn't embarrass them by talking about emotions (heaven forbid!) you have to learn how grieve on your own.
My metaphors are always the same - it would be great if grief was a train on a tack, because every day you are a little further away from the event, moving towards peace and assimilating your loss into your life.
But grief is a sailboat on the ocean. Some days you are chugging along nicely wind in your sails, sun's out. But just as suddenly a storm comes up, your mast breaks and you are shipping water as you get blown back to a point before you started and have to begin again.
If you see it like that, you know that 'progress' is not going to be your thing this time.
You are going to have to hang on to your good days, bless them and enjoy them, and try to think of them in the bad days when it feels like grief will actually kill you.
But yes, time does affect you.
It doesn't 'heal you', what it does is allow to weave your loss into the fabric of your life - it's always there, but it isn't screaming in your ear twenty-four-seven any more.
So accept that grief takes time, it's not the same every day, and it's not automatically less painful in Year Ten than it was in Year One.
Grief is the price we pay for loving - but it's a price worth paying. It's just hard to see that sometimes.