I can concur with this
@Broad Street Buddies.
My Grandfather departed 5 years ago. My Great-Grandmother 14 years ago now.
I was very close to both of them.
Had spent summers long working with my Grandfather... he was a funny old monster of a man who was still strong as an ox at 75 years old. Could carry more weight than I could until a few months before he died. Always in a good mood, always joking... still was when in hospital. A real "wheeler-dealer" who made friends with everyone... and for someone his age was one of the most "tolerant" people could imagine. He grew up in abject poverty and never judged anyone as a result. Though had a foul temper!
And I lived with my Great-Grandmother for a few years... we were close enough that when we went on family holidays on multiple occasions we would share a twin room to watch soccer together and talk bull-shit (funny, like a 13 year old kid and an 85 year old woman... but just got on so well).
It hurt a lot. But after a while when you think of them you just smile and remember the great memories... tell stories of them to friends and family... realise how they helped shape you as a person.
And they are always with you. I am not a spiritual person at all. But I still sometimes think about what they would say or do in a situation... know what they would think or say, know how they would laugh at me, chastise me, comfort me, be proud of me. They are still there forever in that regard.