I started to build my Tribute to Paloma today. I can't believe it's been three weeks since she died. I keep waiting for her to come out of her room or come home or call me for a ride. I still feel her in my heart and all around me. It makes no sense that the box of ashes on the dresser in the living room are hers. Even though her Memorial was two days ago, it all seems so surreal. The whole mind-body-emotion connection has not been made. I still expect her to walk through the front door or squeeze past me on her way to the bathroom. My heart hurts. My chest hurts. I feel like I have this giant, gaping hole where my heart used to be. I either feel super-charged emotionally and I can't stop crying or I feel practically numb; just going through the motions. How can my baby girl be gone? It's just not possible! (Lisa)