It's remembering all the inside jokes that's the hardest. Not reminiscing about them, but remembering them and thinking how I'll go quote them to my mom...and then realizing I have no one to quote them to. The inside jokes will have to stay inside my head forever now. I can try to explain them to people, but there's no point, really. I just have to keep them to myself, and that sucks. That really, really sucks.
On Twitter just now, I came across something my mom & I used to quote often, framed as a really funny joke, and for the first time in awhile, actually forgot--I actually went to copy/paste it to send to her--and then I was like, "What am I doing?"
I'm doing better these days in general but then there's moments (or entire days) where everything just feels awful and I don't feel like deriving joy from anything the world has to offer, because she no longer can, so it isn't fair.
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