Packing this time around has been easier, probably because I’m moving for a happier reason. It’s still been hard to sift through Mom’s stuff and to come across old photos. Lots of old memories are floating up to the surface, good ones that make me smile and remind me of how remarkable my mom was. I miss her so much and want to share all the good things happening in my life, but I can’t. Maybe that’s part of the reason why I’ve been having so much trouble sleeping, I just keep wondering what she would’ve said to me during this huge transition.