I have struggled with this idea of being complete. It all began with the infamous quote from Jerry Macguire, “You complete me.” After losing my dad to suicide I began to wonder if we have to be complete? Does having an empty place in your heart make you incomplete? Or does it simply mean that you have suffered a great loss; a loss so great that it took a piece of your heart along with it. Part of the grief process is learning to live without the person you lost. It’s about accepting a future without the person, and deciding what it will look like now. It is learning to either be content with being incomplete, or looking inward to discover how you can complete yourself. For me, I think it is better to find comfort in knowing that a small piece of my heart will always be missing. Nobody needs to replace it. I have come to realize that I do not have to be complete to be whole.