Just passed another milestone, two years since Mum died. I am okay with that, she was 94, she had had an interesting life, it was her time. Losing your parent is nothing like losing your long time partner.
I do not feel as strongly about losing Mum as I feel about losing Ray. He did not have a long life, having had his first stroke aged 48 and having to retire permanently aged 57. He had some really bad years and so as a consequence did I. It is all long years ago now before that first stroke but for some reason when those memories come to mind instead of having warm feelings it stings. I do so yearn to change the editing some times.
So I say my mantra: "keep busy, keep busy, keep too busy to think."