As you and I have talked about, everyone moves through the process of grief at their own pace.
My dad wore this one plaid shirt all the time. When he passed, I asked for the shirt. I recently had a memory pillow made from it. A small patch of the material was included into the making of a small huggable pillow by my granddaughter (with the help of her mom.) Even now, twenty years later, it can bring me tears that turn into good memories. But being able to hug something that was his is comforting.
I've had my parents appear in dreams a lot during this last year. I recently read a report that during Covid, this seems to be a trend for many dreamers. Some have been "just" dreams...others I feel have been visitations.