my mom died in 1992, i was 19. She was my rock and could always count on her for anything. With by father being bi=polar, i ended up raising my 14 year old brother. We made it through and r doing well but that piece of me died when she went. I still dream about how much she would enjoy her grandchildren and other things she has missed out on...I trust that God will someday reunite us and that is the only thing that keeps me from the tears.