The hardest part of the day right now is when I wake up in the morning. I open my eyes and I cannot believe that the world is still turning. That my daughter will go to school, that people will go to work, and the children and dogs need fed and dance class and soccer practice are still there. That the world didn't stop - if not just for a little while - so I can mourn my mother. I don't want the world to be a normal place right now - how can it be normal? How does it not stop everything when my mom is never coming back?