And it both feels like forever ago and like yesterday. I was with her for the last week of her life and if I close my eyes, I'm back at her deathbed. It's all so clear but also feels like ancient history. Ma was a complicated character and both lovely and totally infuriating. But I'm feeling really weepy and fragile in a way I haven't for months, and dreading my birthday on Tues without her. Can anyone relate? I feel a bit like I'm back at square one, having been so proud of the grief progress I'd made since August...