When does mourning stop?

It never stops.

It never does.

November 17, 2012. The day my father passed away.

According to experts there are five stages of grief, though some says, there's seven. No matter how many stages one needs to go through, somehow in my own experience, grieving seemed endless. 

Today is my father's second year death anniversary. I have to admit, as a person I've changed a lot. The kind of change that I am more comfortable. I found peace being alone, became more calmer. There are times I refuse getting angry, or maybe I just avoid getting angry. 

Grief is timeless. One cannot exactly point when the mourning's going to be over. One cannot compare grief to the other person's grieving process. Right now, I am still not okay but I am trying to be.

So, when does exactly mourning stops?

I guess mourning doesn't need to stop.