When I lost my Mom 8 years ago and spent many mornings waking up wishing that I had not, I finally talked to my doctor (who is also a friend) and I asked him when this would get better and he said it would change but that the loss would not go away because of the special bond that exists between mothers and daughters. This made a lot of sense to me - then I did not also beat myself up for feeling the way I did - I loved my Mom and that would never change and I would always miss her but at least I would not be chastising myself for not "getting over it" the way maybe some people thought I should. Then a few years ago, I was getting ready to fly out of town and I had a dream where the plane was crashing and at first I was very afraid and then it just popped into my head "see you in a minute Mom" and I was no longer afraid in my dream and was, infact, comforted. I hope this helps you somehow.