Today Mom would have been 80. I really thought that this year would be easier. She's been dead for almost 18 months now. The move, of course, has made me think about her more. When we were at Sister's for Thanksgiving, various items that had had belonged to my parents were on display. It was jarring. Brother lives in their home, but they had moved into a seniors' community, so I have many memories of them after that house.
I always thought Mom would live to a ripe old age. If you'd told me she would die before Dad and be unable to talk to us for a couple of years prior to her death at age 78, I would have laughed. She was always the healthy one. She was going to be a merry widow, at least in my mind, and I suspect the minds of my siblings.
We are all blessed with many good memories. We all carry on many of her traditions. All of that makes it easier. Daughter was crying yesterday, talking about how much she missed Grandma and Grandpa. Because of faith, we know they are okay, and that we will see them again, but for now, we miss them.