Some days like today things are good, back to normal, happy. I finally put pictures of my mom in a photo album (memory book) and got in a good cry so I will be good for a while. It's nice at the moment that I can wear her clothes, jewelery, shower with her shampoo, the kids wear clothes and play with toys she bought for them, but what happens when they grow out of everything she gave them and my shampoo runs out and everything that reminds me of her is gone. It scares me. It scares me that I don't hurt as much, like hurting is a reminder and I don't want to forget. Sometimes I want to cry and can't. I guess it's a sign that things are getting better but still very bittersweet.