Man does that bring back painful memories. Raised third generation by my mother, married the best woman in the world, loved her with all my heart, she was a pioneer till financial reality set in. My life was dedicated to the "truth". went to prison, childhood included beats from persectutors as well as my mother. When she died the chains of slavery to the borg fell away and the greatest fears set in, that I would lose my soul mate, the mother of my children, I went crazy with that fear, nothing was normal in my life, as if it were before her death. Our family fragmented and our children wanted nothing to do with the "truth" and we went the way of the world for awhile. My loves "conscience" got the best of her and she wanted to gather her chicks back to the fold. the stress of knowing that would never happen caused her an early death. The part of me that could love to the depths we shared died with her.
My dad was an unbeliever, and I was taught to pray for his death, so he would be resurrected, he lived a good long life, had a heart attack at 83. So I guess my answer to the morid question is "I'm waiting for my own".