I told her it doesn’t bother me at all. I’ve told her time and again that it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about how she chooses to cope. One day at a time for us.
Every day she tells me about “talking” with him. She says she knows when he’s not happy about something. Right after he died I found a really good picture of him before he started downhill and she asked if I could print it out for her. So that picture is in her office and a smaller one on the mantle with a little handmade and beautifully crafted (by my brother-in-law) urn and some of his ashes. They are good memories of how he was. That is a good thing for my Mom, and what she needs.
Memories are how they are kept alive in our hearts. :)
She understands...and so do you...