Hopefully, this will become a long thread in praise of our Moms. Mine was loving and selfless, fun and insightful. She came to live with me at the end of her life and, even then, transformed, for me and the kids, our house into a home. Everything from cookies, to afternoon homework help, to teaching the kids how to ride the muni bus, to putting on bandaids and listening to all our problems. She always admonished me to "watch out for trucks" when I went out riding.
After a long illness she met with courage, Mom died here at home with me holding her hand. I realized a lot about parenting and life and God that night.
Thanks, jppe, for your thread-- it focused some thoughts for me this morning. And I'll be extra sure to watch out for trucks when riding this afternoon.
And you're right, Red Baron, death and current separation does not stop the love that beams both ways.