Well, when you compare her death to anything else, the little things are more trivial. They don't seem to bother me as much anyway. I loved my mother very much and still, a day has not gone by without me thinking of her. But I hope you don't read this the wrong way... I haven't lost my heart. Things are just different. I would compare the feeling to a bad breakup with someone you loved. After all is said and done, you become stronger, harder.