It should, however, not go with years as in how long I've grieved for my son.
I attended a funeral this weekend. My friend's 89 year old father had died in the night. He went to sleep here and woke up there. The pastor remembering him and his long, faithful life read from Revelation 21:4,
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.
As tears rolled down my face for my friend's loss, I remembered my own, and then turned my face to this one and most solid hope--God always keeps His Word. There will be a day of no more grieving.
The years, no matter how many dozen, will not matter at all.