Hey min and all others who replied here, thanks for indulging me that night which was so hard for me. Sorry I've been reticent in replying again on this thread. Tomorrow morning, my mom will have been gone for 8 months. I now hate the 1st and the 15th of every month cause I sit there counting on my fingers how many years/months it's been for each my mom and dad. 30 and 1/2 months for my dad. If anything, the time passing has only made things harder, memories more constant, etc. The tears still come quite often, and I'm surrounded by reminders of them all over my house. Some days I wake up and get so sick of my own crying, that I actually consider (just for a second or two) chucking every single thing in this house that reminds me of them, just so I can finally begin to recover and move on from the neverending grief. But then I quickly come to my senses, and also realize I'd be living in a pretty damned empty house:)