My mother passed two years ago at 93. My son and I are no longer speaking because he assaulted me, so now I don't trust him. I miss him and I love him with my life but I don't trust that he has my best interests in mind. It's weird because who is he in my life. Someone I love but will never trust. It's like having nothing. it makes me feel like Im floating just thinking about it. I have had people in my life that I loved but eventually couldn't trust. It's not the same when it is your son.