The funk has set in earlier than I expected. I found tear tracks on my cheeks this morning after a very restless night. In less than 2 weeks, she will be 1. Can I just say how much this sucks? I know all of us BLMs go through this, but why? Why do any of us have to celebrate a memory instead of a birthday? I have been dreading this funk for awhile now, trying to do everything in my power to keep it away. I guess I just need to accept it. Man, I sound whiny. When did I turn into such a selfish person. All I think about is me, me, me.