My mother died 6 months ago. It was always a difficult relationship. I think of her everyday, now. That wasn't my intention. I didn't do that when she was alive. She was not loving or nurturing, however, I am slowly realizing that she probably did the best she could. That insight has softened my view of her. Wherever her spirit is, and if it's even possible, I wish her the peace she didn't have when she was alive.