My grandmother passed away a little after I had deconverted, and it was very hard for me to deal with my emotions because I no longer had the comforting thought of an afterlife. I tucked my grief into a tight little ball (figuratively speaking of course) and ignored it, until around Christmas when I remembered that she used to sneak some of the turkey to me when the cooks weren't looking (our family had a strict "no kids allowed in the kitchen til supper" policy ) and I just cried for a while and that was that.
It just takes time I suppose.
It just takes time I suppose.