These things

Swimming reminds me of my mom.
"The usual" room at the inn by W'town reminds me of my mom.
Shopping reminds me of my mom.
Clothes remind me of my mom.
Writing thank yous reminds me of my mom.
Homemade cookies remind me of my mom.
Courage reminds me of my mom.
Everytime I see the red Sienna in the driveway, it reminds me of my mom.
Guitar reminds me of my mom.
Anything that happens that I want to share reminds me of my mom.
Anything that makes me proud reminds me of my mom.
Adages (sayings) remind me of my mom. Especially when mangled.
Everyday chores remind me of my mom.
Rice cakes remind me of my mom.
Couples holding hands remind me of my mom. With my dad.
Music reminds me of my mom.
Life reminds me of my mom.

And its not so much for me that it's so bad. Even though there are so many things I just want to share and do with her. The real reason it's a tragedy is her. Because there was so much more she could and would have gotten out of life. So don't say you're sorry and give your sympathy to me. Give it to her.