7 months but who's counting?

Today marks 7 months since my mother has passed away. There's some days that are OK and others that bring physical pain to my chest because I miss her so much; right now is one of those moments. At times, it feels like years have gone by since she's been gone; February 9th seems so long ago. Yet still frequent in my mind are the constant realizations she's not here anymore. I figured my mind would have adjusted by now. That the urge to call her and to see her would maybe fade away or at least not have so many mistakes where I think she's still here.

I feel like everyone has moved on but me and I have to be alright for those who are around me moreso then for myself. I don't expect people to baby me and I don't want that either, but I feel like everyone has forgotten what happened. I almost feel like people think I shouldn't get so sad where I just want to be alone, or that I'm not supposed to break down in tears when her favorite movie is on TV anymore. I know there isn't a timeline for grieving and there's no way to pinpoint when things will be "normal" again. I just wish that people knew that 7 months down the road, I still need to hear a "how are you" or "if you need anything let me know" and when they ask they have the fact that I only lost my mother 7 months ago and that it's still incredibly hard on me.