This is so true death affects us all differently. When I lost my mother when she was only 60 it totally changed who I was. I have become a bit more reclusive. I am more apt to shy away from social functions. I am content for a small group of close family and friends. And I have not gotten over it. as of this writing it has been 13 years since my mother passed. Not a day goes by that I do not think of her. Somedays I will start crying out of nowhere thinking of her. Time does dull the pain of the loss, but that pain never goes away.
