It's been 18 years and still it's so fresh in my mind. Fresh enough that I still want to pick up the phone and say "whatcha doin' mum?"
I too must be a glass 1/2 empty person. Remembering the good times only makes me long for them. I still cry a LOT. I've been so ill the last 2-3 years and when I'm at my worst I think how wonderful it would be to join her.
Many well meaning folks assure me she's 'waiting up there for me' and 'what a happy reunion you'll have together' I dunno, I can't wrap my head around all of that.
Life goes on though, different as it may be.
My heart goes out to you Orleans, we are kindred spirits I think. Sharing this horrible journey that so many have been forced to share with us.
I'm thankful for the people in this group. They say misery loves company. That couldn't be farther from the truth. Misery needs understanding and understanding comes from experience, experience that none of us have enjoyed.
So, while it does get different, it never gets better. I think.
kesha
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