My mum died in 1992-she was almost 86.
I always had a good relationship with her-though it was not always smooth. She was very over protective-there were many things I was not encouraged to do such as learn to swim or ride a bike. Both my sister and I developed panic and anxiety problems-possibly due to this over protection. We thought-after she passed away-that she too suffered from them-hence the desire to keep us close.
But in spite of this,I always knew she loved me...and I often wish I had known just how understanding and open minded she was. I did not see this until my last visit with her-my sister was dying in hospital at the time, my husband and I had gone back to the US to see her, and I chose that time to finally tell mum of the abortion that I'd had when first married. I fully expected anger,sadness,criticism-based on her age.
But she was so understanding-it left me feeling I'd underestimated her.I knew then that her love was unconditional. But we as children don't always see the truth of our parents. That visit was the last time I saw her...she died later that year.