In life there is death; in death there is life. These past few weeks have kept me extremely busy as I prepared for my big cross-country move and kept my mind off of things. I am finally getting settled into my new home and slowly realizing the reality of everything that has happened. I have been pretty strong throughout most of this process, because I am my mother's daughter and because of the wonderful support group I have-- my amazing friends, my supportive family, my rock of a boyfriend and all the other wonderful people that have extended kind words to me and my family. I could not thank all of you enough. But in this calm after the storm, I can't help but feel my heart ache from her absence. Perhaps this feeling is heightened by the fact that I am thousands of miles away from everyone I know and love (Tom is back in the DMV for a wedding, so I am alone here in LA) or maybe it is all just starting to actually hit me. I miss being able to talk to her. I really want to he
The sweet tale of the optimism of life and our constant battle to live