It’s been one month since Mom passed away, and today, 1 month since we, I, buried her. It’s been easy sometimes then really hard at others; there’s nothing in between those two. I’ve days when I can look at her pictures and smile and feel great, then I’ve others when a mere passing thought can topple me down like so much rubble. I assume, and I’m told, this is normal; this too shall pass. I continue to say Kaddish for her, and little by little things will normalize. So here’s to 1 month, and to the elevation of her soul. I love you, Mom.