So yesterday was Mother's Day, and tomorrow makes six months. Not a particularly good weekend for us, much worse for Anita than me.
When I was much younger, someone told me that there are things that I wouldn't understand without having experienced them — falling in love, having a child, etc. Whoever it was (wish I could remember!) convinced me that such things should be filed under "incomprehensible" — not in the sense of "Geez, I can't imagine why someone would be strange/foolish/whatever enough to do that", but in the true sense of "I cannot understand that and thus must not judge".
I'm not claiming to have been perfect at following this rule, but on occasion, I've managed it. People who kept a lost child's room intact as a quasi-shrine were always in this category.
Now, of course, I have had the requisite experience. And I find myself alternating between wanting to leave everything of Katie's as it is forever, and wishing that a tornado would level the house (preferably while we aren't home; for extra credit, leaving the neighbors' homes untouched). Who knows, the way the weather is going this could come true...