Re reading this one, here. I lost my Mom, as some of you know, in Sept. 98. I had to move in with her the last 6 mos of her life, and "Things" were so horrible until she died that I could not remember her without anger.

Then, I had to be the Exeutrix (read Bad Guy for over a year until all was settled. Mom had done very, very well getting her affairs in order, so this time it was anger with the sister and Bro in Law, because they were determined that I had exercised "undue influence" to get everything divided equally 3 ways. (???)

I never really had a chance to grieve and remember- - anger and DoStuff took up too much of my time. It is only now, 2 1/2 years later, that I am beginning to be able to miss my Mom, and cry for what I have lost. For 2 years I drove past "her" house every day.

I wouldn't look at it, just said, Fuggit. Now, I can't drive by the house without a lump in my throat.

Upshot--this thread, and the things people have said in it to you, Steve, has helped me too. I am learning to find my mother and all that she was again, instead of the sick, cranky, angry woman that she was in the last few months of her life.

Thank you all.