I saw a picture around valentine's day that caught my eye:
I fall into the second category. My mother died 6 years ago. I was 10. The last memory of her alive was when I was walking up to school and my little sister was ahead of me and I remembered I hadn't said goodbye so I turned around and waved and she smiled and waved back. So now as you can see this time does make me into an emotional wreck. Like right now, as I'm typing this it feels like a ball of flames is lodged at the back of my throat. I'm not sure why I'm telling you all this, I guess I just need to get it off my chest. For those of you that are lucky enough to still have some form of a mother remember to do something extra nice for her this Sunday because there may not always be another opportunity.