Being a motherless daughter is one of the most difficult things to navigate.

[peacebuzzard]

11. My mom died at a young age, suddenly; by aneurysm.

By accounts, she had a massive headache; she managed to call my father, and by her voice, he knew something was wrong. By the time he arrived at her workplace, the first responders were there, taking her to the hospital. She died.
When my father called me with the news, it was the worst moment of my life—the worst day, week, month, year.
My life changed forever that day; it took a completely different trajectory.
I finally had a dream about her, maybe a few months or a year or so later. She was ephemeral in the dream and like an angel. She was smiling, happy, translucent. It was a remarkable dream, and then I woke up.
I never had a dream like that again.
(on edit)P.S. I wanted to share this. I hope you don't mind.