I am in Dallas, Texas at an internet marketing conference. I feel guilty because I am nowhere near home. Actually, I feel guilty about feeling RELIEVED that I am nowhere near home for Mothers' Day. I have gotten so good at avoiding my feelings about my mother's death. I doubt that I have really worked through it. I have gone on with my life. I think about my mom often. Probably more often now than I did when she was alive. Why couldn't I have realized how much I loved her while she was alive? Why did I take her for granted? Why does it still hurt so much? When will the little girl inside of me let go?