The hardest day for me was boxing up all of her clothes. We did that on maybe day #10...

It gets easier but it never gets easy. And, no advice could help me out in the first month. Shit, even now I cringe at people who give me coping advice.

What gives me solace is the memories. They mean more than anything physical. We all go sooner or later, but losing my mom made me realize that all you can do is be good to others and hope that people speak good things about you when you're gone. When I think her now I smile.

Sorry for your loss. Keep sharing. Give yourself the time and space to cope... It's a very long process that I'm still going through.