6 months
Yesterday marked 6 months since I've been able to see my mom. The day before that was 6 months since I've talked to her. I've found myself posting less on Facebook since she's been gone. I've taken less pictures of my girls (she'd call me out on it when I didn't send her pictures almost daily!) For a while I found myself doing less of everything. Thinking that if I enjoyed life too much, I would feel guilty for enjoying my life without her. I say I'm fine, until I try to talk about her, then the tears flow (as they are now - which I wasn't expecting when I started typing this). It's a balance of learning how to live life and enjoy life, and still remember her and carry her with me. I've seen two different counselors, but I wasn't impressed with either of them. Maybe I just had high expectations to spill my guts about my life, and I came out with this: I'm grieving 'normally' and I need to remind myself how my mom woul...