3.5years since my mom passed on, there's some good days, and there's some bad days, and a bunch, in between. There was only a 20 year difference, between her and I. She was more than a mom, she was more like a sister to me, in many ways. Even, so far, that as I grew up, and went anywhere and my maternal grandmother was there, that was oft the comment, made. I don't cry, as much, as I feel I could...