In my life, I think I understand why, as I get older, the grief over my mother's passing 26 years ago hits me harder than in the past. When I was younger, I was raising my family, working full time, tending to everything that needed tending to. Keeping busy made it easier for me to go through the grieving process.

Now, even though I am still busy in my life, I take time to look back over the years. When I do that, I realize that my mom wasn't here to enjoy all the good times, console me during the bad times and she wasn't able to LIVE her own life. I'm sad because she didn't get to see her grandchildren and ggrandchild grow and thrive. I'm sad because they didn't get to know her and enjoy her love. I'm sad for what we all missed. Does that make sense or am I rambling?

{{{{{EJ}}}}} I hope you work through this and feel better very soon!

Hugssssssss
Jean