When Dad was going through Mom's personal files, he found a photocopy of a poem from a book. I don't know why Mom made a copy of this, it may have brought her comfort when she missed her mother; it might have been something she wanted to give to me some day when she thought her time was up.
I want to live life to its fullest, so that Mom never thinks she held me back. But it is not easy. Sometimes the only place I find comfort is wrapped in the loneliness that comes with thinking about Mom.