I miss her greatly. Only children and older parents can have very special bonds.
Most of my friends who knew my mother would describe her as "sweet". Well, was that but, she could also be harsh, loving, smart, witty, clever, mischievous, and an amalgam of so much from two different centuries.
Here she is with her younger cousin. A preteen bereft of a mother to guide her. Luckily she was surrounded by loving aunts and uncles. She lived in the home - without the bow.
I miss her. She can't give me a hug, but her memories make me smile. That's a gift, too.