Mothers are lights and when those lights go off, nothing usually makes sense for a long while.

I expect the younger one is the worse this is. You only know the mother you lived under and never experienced her as just the friend your children called Grand Mother.

We too are angels on wait... it is the ways of life regardless of obvious attachment to those we term as blood.

Very interesting outlook. This leaves something to ponder.

Thank you for your words during this time.