Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

"It's hard," he answers truthfully. "Sometimes I'll be going about my day, and something someone says, or the way the light hits their hair, or a look they give, or just -- well, anything, really. It'll remind me of Ariadne, or one of my children, or Ampelos, or any number of friends. But those are the moments when I get to remember them, too. I wouldn't trade my happy memories for anything in the world."

One hand travels down to Claudius's chest, to rest above his heart. "Grief means you had someone worth missing. To block it out entirely is to deny yourself the chance to remember the good, too."