my mom passed 18-yrs ago and it seems like yesterday.
I still walk through a mall and see a top and think I will buy that; it's my mom...nope she's not there anymore.
I did take the time to have her crochet special things for me because I knew she was not going to last and I wanted some visual memories. No one could cook like my mom...no matter how I try to duplicate her cooking...it's not my mom's.
I did spend time writing down the family receipes that she had in memory and had to figure what a pinch equaled and so on and for the most part they taste good. Christmas gets me every year...she was Christmas to me.
My aunt tells me funny stories about her.