Well, as you may know, by reading my posts, my mom passed on at age 94 this past March 2017. I'm beginning to feel better, although there are days the grief creeps up! I've been remembering my mom daily, usually, most of the day, wishing she were still alive. And beating myself up occasionally about what happened to her. But today I realize that I went through a tremendous battle with her last few months of her life. Having no family to help me and going through it all alone was like being in a war I suppose. Although I am feeling much better now, I feel as if I was run over by tanks, shot at, beaten by baseball bats, you get the picture. And today, I realized that I've been through hell and need to remember that and take care of my needs now. I am wondering what everyone's thoughts are regarding that? Thanks for all your support!!!