Just 5 years. Only 5 years, wow, 5 years. I have heard it expressed in so many ways, and yet 5 years seems like both an eternity and just a short time has passed since Dad died. My family has changed so much in those 5 years.  I, for one, and just now becoming aware of how I have distanced myself from family members that I was very close to before we lost him.  I guess that's my way of dealing with it? I am not sure. I have gone through some of the "phases" of the grief process but this keeping myself away from them and making excuses not to go around them has just got to come to an end. Does anyone else understand what I am talking about? Has anyone gone through this kind of experience?  I feel so guilty.