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My mother died on October 7, 2016 at the age of 87. We were extraordinarily close for my entire life. I suppose there is a very juvenile part of me that assumed she would live forever, although I never really thought about it too much. I just sort of took her existence for granted.
My main problem is that I cannot wrap my head around the fact that she no longer exists. I will never see her or talk to her again. This is unbearable for me. I just cannot accept it, but I have no choice. I have pictures of her and my deceased father all over the house. I both love and hate looking at them.
Does anyone else feel similarly?