The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread all over everything.” C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed Though C.S. Lewis was writing about the death of his wife Joy, his words describe how I felt during the first year after my mother’s death.  In fact, it was only after passing the third anniversary of her death from pancreatic cancer that I felt like I was finally recovering the full use of my brain and body.   I can’t speak for other daughters who lose their mothers during what one would consider the normal course of events -- I am an adult, my...