TVC15, I so understand the pain. Your post reminded me of how long it took for me to be able to even look at a picture of my Dad after he died. We had a beautiful portrait of both Mom and Dad hanging on the wall above the piano. So whenever I would play, I'd look up and see them. But everytime I looked into my Dad's eyes, I would break down and sob uncontrollably. This continued on for weeks and months, until I stopped playing the piano altogether. Finally we had to take the picture down from there and move it to our family photo gallery along the staircase.

It's not as painful now, but even after six years, my eyes still leak whenever I really look at the photo and see those beloved eyes that I miss so much.