There's a chasm between acceptance and forgetting. I've accepted her almost complete absence, but every day think of her. When life is busy, or when it slows to a snail's pace, snippets of her come. I'm thankful they do not stay as they did months ago but I'm looking forward, mostly, to few if any. It's not to say the thoughts, the memories are bad, quite the opposite, and that's the problem. The challenge in life is not in finding that person, but in learning to live without them.