When i I was a child, I lost my mother, I was 12 years old. My dad made his life again very quickly but a part of me died with her. Today, I'm 43 years old, a great companion and two pretty girls. But I think of my mom all the time, I miss her. I would have loved so much that she knew my companion, my daughters ... She would have loved them.
I have a good life, I can not say the opposite. But there will always be a big void in me. I will miss her all my life. I often talk about it to my daughters, even if they did not know it. Moreover, when they talk about my mother, they say "granny" as if it was part of their life. A portrait of her on canvas is hanging on the wall of my living room. I see her every day.