One of the hardest things about mourning, grieving, is the relentless way life moves forward all around you.  You find yourself struggling to breathe, forcing yourself to smile and get up in the morning while “normal” life, normal living swirls all around you.  You are forced to participate when all you really want to do is hide from it, pretend it isn’t happening, because it is all such a stark, painful reminder of your “new normal.”