When my mother passed, I did not feel a thing. I thought something was wrong with me. The last year of taking care of her was a nightmare every single day. So now I can understand, for I was just trying to cope. Now a year later, my daughter started talking to me about how she misses her grandmother. She talked about the horsey that my mother purchased for her when she was very young. We ended up both crying which I rarely do, and the first time I have done this with someone else in the room. I am beginning to miss my mother, the way she once was. Now my “second mother” who I have known since my teenage years is now 89 years old. I told her to hold on as long as possible. Actually I told her that she has some time yet to live, or so I hope. I will miss her greatly.