Even 4 years later, grief for my mom sneaks in an smacks me so hard I can't breathe sometimes. Last time was in costco, I saw something she'd've wanted and the urge to call her was so strong, I actually pulled out my phone. Then dissolved wetly for a while and tried to relearn how to breathe amongst the office supplies.

It is better than it was though. Most days, anyway.

And I love Little Iron Man. I looped it for like, an hour the other night.