Somehow the time of year fits with loss and our thoughts and feelings about it. I am wondering how difficult it will become in the dead of winter. My mother's death is not my first loss, as she was predeceased by her youngest son, my brother and also her husband, my father. But my mother has always felt like myself, somehow. Also, she was the last of people who knew me from my birth. I miss her terribly and feel lost, wandering around, sometimes. I find the challenges of life very interesting, as did my mom. For instance, when she was diagnosed with lymphoma at 91, she responded with great interest to the treatment and to what was going on in her body. Very curious about the whole thing. Thanks for reading and for your kind response.