There is no way to ever forget. Just go with it, do the deep work. Grieve. In your own way your own time, your own style. I choose to carry something of my Mom's every place i go. sometimes it is her cellphone. sometimes it is her picture, so i can take it out and talk to her. Really most of the time i just talk to God, and ask Him to send my love to her, because only He can, as He has her now. I wish i could hear her voice again, but i was fortunate enough, to have a very detailed dream about her, AFTER ALS TOOK HER VOICE AND SWALLOW AND SPEECH. And it is crystal clear in my mind. She was an amazing woman. I feel she still guides me somehow. My heart is broken to pieces. But i will follow in her footsteps all the days of my life, till i can be with her.