I struggle daily not to pay attention to my mom's voice in my ear, even though she's been gone 31 years. I was her scapegoat... the reason for all that was wrong with her life. No matter how hard I tried, what I did was never good enough. However I was blessed to have my mom's mother (and sister) who gave me the love my mom couldn't. So I say to you all...... Cherish your loving memories whether the love came from your mom, your grandmother or your aunt!