Lol....Michele, you're funny, (I'm sorry for all your pain and suffering...don't get me wrong). It's just your last comment struck me funny......soz.

Unfortunately, mom died a month before my daughter was born, 14 years ago.

It took everything for me to go to see her during her last couple days. Dad called me up, telling me that she isn't letting go until I show, (I was the only sibling who hadn't gone to see her at that time), and no one in my family even knew I was pregnant, (maintained a long exile from them all for years prior).
And, with my history with family, exposing my pregnant self wasn't exactly something I looked forward to. But I had to see her before she passed.

Got there in the hospital. We exchanged the meaningless, superficial bs. Once past that, silence for a while. Awkward. I then got up the nerve to tell mom that I never meant to cause her so much pain and confusion all those years. That I tried to be the person she wanted, but I just didn't know how to be. I told her how much I love her. How all I ever hoped to obtain was some kind of approval.
She responded with, "I know".

She continued with her expression of how proud she was of my younger sister for sticking with her marriage despite the foreseen misery. I only asked her why she was telling me, and not my sister...that mayyyyyyybe, Donna would love to hear that for herself. But ....no.

That was bout it. I left soon after that.

She died the day following.
At least....I tried to make peace with mom.