Yes, I miss my mother. I am dealing with the continuing absurdity of documents requested by the New York City courts in order to probate her will. It all just keeps reminding me that she's not here. But I don't miss just her. I miss my aunts who are also gone, I miss the way everything used to be when any of those six sisters got together, I miss being with them as they laughed and fussed and loved, I miss the way they smelled, the softness of them as I rested against them. I miss me with them. I miss me.
Here's something from Story People. It's good advice.