Andrea,
I too can relate. Five days after we lost my Mom, my daughter turned 12. I was determined to be strong for her and celebrate. We decided to spend the afternoon bowling. We invited my Dad, he declined, didn't think he could do it. Just before we left the house, my Dad called, he changed his mind. We got thru the day. While my Mom was going thru chemo, she made an afghan for my daughter for her birthday, she wasn't here to give it to her, but I was proud to give it to my daughter for her. Somehow you summon up the strengh for your kids. Next month will be one year. JC is right, time does soften the wound. Memories keep my Mom alive to me.
Thoughts and prayers for you,
Faylene