My mother passed away February 9th. "She is no longer in pain", that's what I keep telling others and they keep telling me. It's a way to make me and others comfortable when they ask how I am doing. Honestly, I feel cheated. She was only 58 and we had plans for the future. She was a gypsy of sorts, always moving. Every five years or so, a new town. We were planning to build her a small home on our property this year. I wanted her to have a forever home. I had imagined walking over, drinking coffee with her and talking about our gardens. It would have been perfect. It's hard. It still doesn't seem like she is really gone. If you can, go hug your mother today.