{{{{Amanda/MrMoe}}}}
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. You're a very wonderful person, and I'm sure your mom was very proud of you, and I'm certain it brought her peace what time you were able to spend with her recently.
I thought I'd toss up a poem I had seen in my travels that I found encouraging:
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
--generally attributed to Mary Frye
Xander F
(Unseen Apostate Directorate of North America - Ohio order)A fanatic is one who, upon losing sight of his goals, redoubles his efforts.
--George Santayana