I helped my son move into his apartment today for his senior year of college.
I helped him move last year, around this same time, for his junior year. It was less than 2 months after T had died.
However, I wasn't fighting back tears and I wasn't a basket case, literally, on returning home alone this year.
I think about Tori every day.
I'm still sad that she can't experience these wonderful life events with our children and see what awesome young adults they continue to be, in largest part due to her.
I'm just not crying all the time and that's been good.