I received a phone call that my Mother died.

We weren't close to the point that I cannot remember the last time I had seen her. Its quite numbing in that I miss what I have lost...but never had.

The funeral was a wall of sound and emotions. I had to see my mother and face family who I had not seen for 20-30+ years. There was allot that didn't recognise me, even being asked if I was family when I sat at the front pew.
(I guess I'm not family when you look at the big picture)

I did finally spend some time with her before everyone else was allowed in so I did finally make my peace with her, but it took her to pass before this could happen. I do think about her allot now.

Sorry about the title, I wasn't sure what to call it. Even using the words family an mother doesn't seem right.