I am spoiled that the time of year I remember my mom moving on is also the time we commemorate Christ's victory over death, the restoration of His church to the earth, and the renewal of spring. I miss her, but am dedicated to missing her the way she would have me. I have fed the ducks, read with my boys, and gone to the temple. Proud sounds a lot better than a smack in the back of the head next time we hug. :)
