2 years sounds like a very long time--long enough, one would assume, that I'd stop thinking I'll call mom and see what she thinks, before catching myself. Not long enough though, that there isn't a little guilt when I realize I've gone a few days without thinking about her and mourning at least a little. We missed out on sharing a lot with her this past twelve months family, friends, and Dzanc related.
As is typical around here, there is a great deal going on today. Kids to be driven to school, picked up from school, to practices, a birthday to celebrate, a list of things to do for Dzanc longer than my arm, etc. But at some point during the day or evening, I will honor her by spending some time reading--something that causes pleasure any time I do it, and one that certainly derives from my parents.