After the first year, Gonz
it does get a little easier. The first year you're filled with grief and full of memories, and the grief starts to fade. There's no more "first Christmas without, first birthday without". On the first anniversary of mums passing in February, I went fishing with my teammates.....my friend caught an 11lb trout and another friend looked up and said "Oy, Brenda, that was supposed to be for Sue" and we all fell about laughing. And that's when I realized I still had MY life to get on with.
Yes, I miss her terribly and not a day goes by that I don't think about her, but the pain is easier to bear and you find you can laugh at the good times you had.

*hugs*
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 22 May 2009, 16:17, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Thanks, you're right, things do get easier.
I did make my mum laugh about a month ago (about everything that's happened), Dad and I used to fight over the crispy bits when she made Sheppard's Pie, so when I asked for all the crispy bits and mum said 'no', I said "C'mon, there has to be some advantage to having a dead dad.".
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Fri 22 May 2009, 16:34, Reply)