Mom,
I think the fog is starting to lift a bit and I am starting to remember more. I had a little laugh this evening thinking about you and your mischievous smile and the twinkle in your eye when you were up to "no good".
I look forward to regaining more of my memory so I can remember all the great times we had. Right now the fog in my head is still a bit thick but I know I will be back to my old self (or close to it) some time down the road. My heart on the other hand will never be the same. It broke when you passed away.
Smiling with a tear in my eye,
Di