I miss my mom so much. She's not dead, she's in the latter stages of Alzheimer's. She smiles when she sees me, but I don't know if she knows who I am. I talk to her, tell her what's been happening in my life, but I don't know if she understands.
I used to call her every night. I could talk about work, friends. I could vent about the "idiot" I was working for.

She'd always take my side. She always made me feel better. If I was sick, her words made the fever lessen and aches bearable. And she'd daily check on me to see if I was feeling better until I was.
If I took a trip, she looked at every one of the zillion photos I took and tell me I am good enough to be a professional photographer, even though I knew I wasn't. She wanted to hear every detail of the trip and didn't stop until I told her every thing.
She was so supportive when I quit smoking and would tell me often how proud she was of me.
I love being able to see my mom now, but I miss her SO much!!!!
Thanks for letting me ramble.
Sciteach