one day at a time.

walking into my parents closet now makes me cry, because every piece of my mom's clothing is gone. 20 trips up and down the stairs and its all gone.
gone.

someday, i'm going to regret not taking any of it.
its starting to hurt, her being gone.
i'm sick of people "understanding" i don't want to be told how to grieve. i will do it my own way, and i will get through it.