My wife Lorie and her mother were extremely close, loving and fighting each other the way only people with that type of bond can. Below is a picture of me with Barb as she was called, taken in 2014 when she was experiencing dementia-related issues. Note the beautiful smile and childlike wonder still in her eyes:
Lorie and I were there every Saturday to spend time with her mom. It became such an ingrained tradition that I didn't even question whether it was going to happen; I just wondered when. Her mother was her world and now that she isn't here in her physical form, Lorie is facing the impossible task of moving on with her life.
My mother died in 1997. My father died in 1991. I have experienced parental death but that doesn't make me some wise sage. All I can do is love and care for and be there for her. It's a powerless feeling and while I can understand how she feels, I cannot feel how she feels. This has permanently changed Lorie and Barb's passing has left an enormous void in the world.
Barb, you are loved and you are missed.
Here's Barb on her birthday three months before she passed, still stunnin' em!