My mom died in 1983. Today, it was a drizzly chilly nasty day. I delivered near where a house had a fire in the fireplace, and remembered a day like this, when I walked home after school and my mom had a fire going, and hot chocolate.
The gifts that a mother gives, and the perplexations that we repay with, are a tender tendering of love. A certain kind of day, a particular smell, a song, can put us next to someone loved who has moved on.
Thank God for your memories of a loving mother, not all of us get them.
Enjoy, yes, relish, your memories, even enjoy your tears. A loving mother deserves them. Thank her when her lessons prove true, and laugh when they prove less than that. But remember what she taught you, as she was the teacher with the purest heart. You were truly blessed. She was blessed with a child who will always love her.
Killdeer