People say "it gets easier" when someone dies. It really doesn't. It gets worse. Sure, the initial shock of it all gets easier to deal with; the bouts of ambush grief that pop out of nowhere (and everywhere) that make you burst into tears. That does lessen a bit. But the missing her never goes away. Today my mom would have been celebrating her 62nd birthday. I saved the last birthday card I gave her. She had it taped to her hospital room wall. I hope she sees that we all miss her so much and wish she could share some cake and hugs with us.
Happy birthday Mom.
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That's very, very true. You never stop missing them or hurting or crying. After my dad passed away, I found a file in his office desk of tons of emails we'd sent that he'd printed out. I haven't read them in a while because I become a heaping mess of tears when I do, but I have them. Each year on his Birthday I go out for sushi and have either a piece of cake or a whiskey sour in his honour, and every year on his D-Day, I go for a "memorial hike" in a nice spot.
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