Processing death, it's part of life. Part of my story: So I have been grieving immensely for my father, because I have started Dad’s Daisies, because the injustice of his death has put me on a mission to raise awareness and save lives.. I have not spent as much time as I have needed to process the grieving of my mother. I went to visit their graves for the first time this past Saturday. We have not yet done the headstones, my brother and I. For the moment, their graves have temporary markers with their names, dates of birth and death. But my mother’s marker was not there, it was gone completely, nowhere nearby, nowhere to be found. Walking up to the site and not seeing it set me in a panic.