Lament for Icarus, and how time flies

So, today is the 8th anniversary of my father's death. It really does not seem like it was that long ago, and yet it feels like it was a lifetime ago. So many things in my life have changed since then. So many.
Time was, I would curl up and hibernate in October, cursing the month that had once been my favourite of the twelve because of the sadness it brought me in 1999.
Time really does heal. You move forward, you grow or regress, but you change. You become accustomed, you adapt, and the thing that once was the lead shoe you wore becomes just another part of your history.
huh.