I miss my mother. She is ninety six (I am 52), and you would think that I would be grown up enough not to need a mother/daughter relationship/ Not so. She began to slip away several years ago then the roles reversed; I became the mother, she the daughter.
It is so lonely sometimes not having a mother to talk things over with. Childrearing, employment, life. I had her for many years and cherish our memories. Although she's not officially gone, she's just not here --- on most days.