When I was deep in mourning, I often felt I was mourning far more than my daughter. I lost so, so much it seemed. Near the top of the list, probably because it was so mind-blowingly obvious to me, was my sense of taste. I lost the ability to taste my food.
I have a post up at Glow in the Woods. Won't you come let us know what else you lost and if you've found it yet?