One of those nights where I've been feeling overqualified for my job and recently my dad sent me a package of photos and such where he sent me his favorite picture of my mother from 1980 where she really looks like an angel. Also in the the package was the official death certificate. I have so much to make it feel real but this just adds to it. I have been good and not taken out my container of her ashes in a while, but it's just another thing to get through. I find myself wanting to call her to tell her stuff but realise that I can't. I do look forward to my trip in June to Alaska where we will spread her ashes. I hope it will help all of us move on.