I’ve been down in the dumps about my mom recently.  I know it’s to be expected, but it’s strange how it hits me now, even more than at her funeral.

I think part of it is because I was very close to the situation, almost jaded by it, and now that things have had a chance to settle it’s more real.  We rarely even walk into her room anymore, so 1/3 of our house is completely unused.  This will change sometime soon, but I’m not sure when.

This week I hope to bring her ashes home (my aunt has been hogging them ).  I hope that may help me feel a little better.