So, there I am, standing in Wallgreens, going over the Valentines aisle, trying to find that card for The Wife that is realistic without being negative, to find cards for The Girls which are age-appropriate, and break down CRYING because of all the "Mom" cards and all the "Grandmother" cards, and still not getting past the fact that she's gone. I had a good breakdown over at her place this afternoon too ... I'm having problem with stuff that I never anticipated ... now all my feelings of failure and uselessness are not just about ME, they've now added a dimension of "disappointing my Mom", "being a smudge on her legacy", "letting down the team", and all that. Man, this sucks.