I just lost my Mom last July. We always had a difficult relationship. I never felt loved in our family. Just the month before she died she came to me with regrets telling me she did really love me as much as the others. We had a moment which I'm glad we had before she died and I know I have always loved her. It's left me a bunch of emotion to process now that she's gone. I was here for her at the end, I took her to see the others, they didn't come to see her. I don't understand it.