All I can say is that I am sitting right here with you, if thats ok.

Your right Time doesn't heal all wounds, it is a lank of crap.
Wounds are healed by talking and making sense of things that just don't makes sense.
I don't think we'll even totally get over the loss of our parents.

Like your dad, my mom was proud of what I was doing as well. I am in my last year of nursing, my mom was more proud of that than I. I am the first of her six children to finish highschool and go on to college. I know the moment I walk down the isle, its going to hit me.

I find myself getting more angry at the loss of my mom. I still haven't fully let myself break down because to me thats giving in and accepting her death, I just can't do it yet. Sometimes I just want to freaking scream.....