Objective: Thought it would be a good idea(per my Dad's request) to take my Mom's clothes out of her and my Dad's closet while my Dad went out for the day. The grief counselor told me that it would be best that I take all my Mom's belongings and put them out of sight into boxes to help my Dad grieve better. Rather than doing that, I decided to move her stuff into the adjacent bedroom that she moved into while she was ill these last 3 years. I told the grief counselor that I would do it when I was ready and I really thought, in the back of my mind, that I was ready. Result: I got through several of my Mom's favorite dresses before I found myself sobbing at the sight of my Mom's wedding dress, five dresses in. Even though a month has gone by since her passing and we're approaching her 40th day, it still feels all too surreal. Her passing is still fresh in my mind. I miss her more and more each day. I find myself crying at the most of random times these days. All it takes is that one thing to remind me of her and I'm done. On a whim, I went to Disneyland just to get my mind off things. I didn't run around the park like a maniac. I pretty much strolled through the park, soaking it all in. Seeing mothers with their kids, fathers holding their children up on their shoulders, families pretty much enjoying each other's company. It was nice. So nice, that I bought myself an annual pass because I knew... Disneyland was one of the few places in my mind where I could vividly remember being with my Mom when I was a child. ---- I have a lot to share. But one thing at a time. Trust me, you'll know my story soon enough. Feelin' Mighty :::  calm
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