It’s been six years since Mom died and I keep thinking that I’m “over” it or coping well or something but then I realize that I searched around to find a necklace she wore every day to wear today (along with her earrings that I wear all the time) so she would be there at Thanksgiving dinner with all of the babies and toddlers and frazzled parents and smug grandparents. Smug because we remember when our lives were crazy like that and we survived.