While I seem to possess a method of killing conversations, I'd like to relate a story which happened to me on Nov 22. Sometimes it takes a while for us to let go. That's being human. The Good Lord understands, and is always there anytime you want to talk to Him about it.
I decided yesterday to clean out my shed of all the leftover wood cuts. I also went through the basement of the house finding pieces which had been cut for my wife's crafts, some which were never finished. I collected up some items from a room in the basement and took them out to my truck. One piece, a 12" length of 2x4, was face down when I picked it up. It was face up when I laid it on the tailgate. It was one of the feet to be part of what was to be a tin soldier. The template was still taped on as I would have shaped the toe of the boot with a bandsaw and added a makeshift sole with a router. My wife and I would attach the feet to the pipe, and she would paint it. When I saw that piece of wood, tears began to flow. Guys aren't supposed to cry, but I did. It wasn't so much that it felt like a chapter had closed, but a book that had been slammed shut and that activity we enjoyed very much was forever gone.
I get what you're saying as it's been two months, the house is pretty quiet, and I miss her. We had a lot of fun during the time we knew each other. When I finished my good byes to her at the hospital, I left the room in tears. I said to the nurse who gave me a big hug, "I don't know if we cry for the deceased, or cry for ourselves". She said, "I think it's a bit of both". I replied, "I think so, too".
Someday you will meet your mom again, and the time apart will seem as if it had never existed. 1 Thes 2:19 For what is our hope, or joy, or crown of rejoicing? Are not even ye in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ at his coming?