Six weeks ago, I buried my 85 year old mother. Since then I have observed Easter, her birthday, and this weekend - Mothers Day, all without her. I know grief is a process and the "first" everything will be difficult. I lost my father thirty years ago and for years, I was heavy hearted on those occasions when his presence was so sorely missed. Mom lived with us for a year before going into a care center for the last seven weeks of her life. She enjoyed living with us - and though it was hard in many ways, we enjoyed having and taking care of her. When you think of all our parents did to raise us to adulthood - it seems so logical that we should care for them in the winter of their lives. She suffered from dementia which made things difficult sometimes. We had those last seven weeks to adjust to Mom not being 'here'. We had rearranged a few things in the basement apartment where she had...