Yesterday would have been my mother's 66th birthday, except that she passed away at age 49 from lung cancer. It's been 13 years, but I still get grief attacks, and from October - Christmas is always a difficult portion of the year for me.
I've been going through my own physical and mental bullshit, and this year was super hard.
Knowing that, my husband bought supplies and made little brownie/ice cream/cool whip sundaes for comfort food.
Maybe not the best way to deal, but it was very sweet and did help after several different sob fests I had yesterday. •