March 30: Tomorrow, March 31, is the six-month anniversary of Mom’s departure. A week from Monday is Mom’s 56th birthday. It’s just weird. I sometimes find myself thinking of calling Mom when I’m bored or when something neat happens or when I need her advice. It’s like my brain just can’t remember that she’s not here. On the other hand, I have found myself becoming more accustomed to not counting her when doing a head-count for family events, and that feels sort of bad too. I really don’t think that I want to get too accustomed to her not being here, because then it’s like I’m OK with her being gone. And I’m really not OK with it one little bit.
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia