Grieving is for someone else to do, someone who doesn't understand that I am still me, just no longer hiding parts of myself, and faking other aspects slightly to try and pass.
I don't fake things any more, and I'm not repressing parts of myself. Only two people who knew me before I came out have objected to the new me. My son just said, after we talked, "Yeah, you are still you."
I'm more relaxed, and more open now. I think I'm a better human being now.
Only my ex-wife and the youngest daughter, age 26, who lives with her have disagreed, and shown anger with me for 'killing him.' They'll eventually get past this, I hope, but right now they are effectively estranged.