I really had to laugh about two examples today of how everything reminds me of her. They still bother me, and make me sad, but just how absurd it is, is sort of funny.

I walked down to the IGA to get some soup to eat at Victor Steinbrueck around lunch and grabbing a plastic spoon reminded me of her tiny peanut butter jar spoon.

While laying down, a memory upset me and I forced myself to take deep breaths. Breathing reminded me of her doing the same. Seriously. I have problems.