Like marching army aunts another one steps in when one falls. They are proud of that analogy. Dumbasses. Your Mother's honesty was her downfall among the two faced throng. My own Mother died in 2004 and now I really know the pain of death. She's the first person really close to all of us that has died. This pain I wish on no one but know all will likely experience. She died in front of us sitting on the edge of her hospital bed getting ready to come home.
Only last week I saw her die again, the scene replays less frequently now. This time I was driving in my car alone and I screamed at the top of my voice, gutteral at first and then the words "Dont die" came out. Though I am in my forties I felt like a little boy. I didn't do that as she died. Always logical and reasonable I knew she wasn't hurting anymore. This time I just let it go and if felt so damned good. My voice was gone for three days but I had such peace right after and since. I know, off topic but I just wanted to vent a little. Thanks for listening.
If you miss your mom a tenth of how much we miss mine then I know your heart is broken. Add the whole JW thing to it and I can imagine you should hide all automatic weapons.
Sorry about your mom, I can relate.
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