Just read this article "We don't 'lose' our Mothers - the reality is more violent than that." printed on The Guardian website. There was a couple of statements near the end of the article that just matched how I feel; "There's nothing good that comes out of the death of someone you love, but I have learned this: the magnitude and bottomlessness of the pain you feel is a testament to the love you shared. And while I don't ever expect to arrive at a point in life where I'm alright with the fact my Mother has gone, I know that I am so, so lucky to have loved and been loved that much by someone."
Thinking of all of us missing someone we loved.