I was an infant of six months when she died. There are no accessible memories to speak of, only a faint and foggy familiarity when I think of her: I was seventeen when I found her journals, written during the last years of her life.
Two things: always remember that less is more, even in descriptive prose. Do you write as you think? Do you write as you speak, with your own unique vernacular? Are you striving to paint the perfect descriptive word-picture, to allow your reader to form a tactile, moving imagery in their minds-eye and see what you are seeing when you envision your story? Put them there with you, so they see through your eyes.