My mom died when I was 16. We didn’t get along all that well, especially in the last year of her life because she was extremely ill, I just didn’t understand it att. But her last 3 months were the best I’ve ever had with her. She would come into my room and we’d talk for hours about boys and what I wanted to do with my life. It was great and those are memories I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. There isn’t a day that goes by without thinking about her, even more so now that I have children of my own. I wish I could explain to her just how sorry I am about the way I treated her as a teen. She died January 1st. Anyways, life’s a bitch, then you die. Be kind, you never know when it will be the last time you speak to that person.