Still counting the days, and now weeks, since mom died. It’s been 8 weeks and one day. I passed the board recertification exam that I took the day after mom’s first hospital admission. She would have been very proud of me. She always was.  I had my first birthday without her…no words for that feeling. Back to golfing, working regular hours, participating on church committees, etc. Going on vacation in July. Settling the estate. Using electronic health records at work now (or at least, making progress in that direction). Living life. Going on. Staying busy, functional, active.
It’s not the same.
I guess that’s ok.