It sounds trite to say it gets better or easier, because it gets different, that's all.
This reached out and grabbed me, and it's so, so true. It's just different. I still have the odd flash where I see something and think Mom will like it, or something will happen and I'll think, "I'll have to tell Mom about that," but yeah, it's different. And it's not easier, that's true, I think it's just a little less of a shock when you do remember that you can't show her or tell her.
I'm sorry to hear about your loss. (((Lissa)))
laughing at the snowmen ornaments you bought. . .
They're my personal Christmas weakness. I can hear her in my head: "*How* many of those things do you have?"
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Re: Sadness and smiles
Date: 2002-10-02 01:01 pm (UTC)This reached out and grabbed me, and it's so, so true. It's just different. I still have the odd flash where I see something and think Mom will like it, or something will happen and I'll think, "I'll have to tell Mom about that," but yeah, it's different. And it's not easier, that's true, I think it's just a little less of a shock when you do remember that you can't show her or tell her.
I'm sorry to hear about your loss. (((Lissa)))
laughing at the snowmen ornaments you bought. . .
They're my personal Christmas weakness. I can hear her in my head: "*How* many of those things do you have?"
(a little over 200, but don't tell anyone) :-)