Most of us, in fact the vast majority, are here living without our mothers. They are lost to us for now but it does not mean we live without them.
Whoever you are here, even if you feel alone, rejected or isolated, remember that there you're worth something good.
I lost my mother in 1943 when a bomb hit our home. She and my grandmother and father meant more to me than I could ever verbalise. Now that I am one myself (thank you to whomever sent the flowers), it's harder and better than I could ever imagine.
I just wanted to say this I suppose.
I miss you, Mum.