Two years ago my mother passed away after being ill for just two weeks. As I come up to the anniversary of her death, my thoughts of her are still fragmented. I don't think this is an average every day thought – I don't think other women struggle with who their mother was in their life. Maybe they do – but they handle it much more maturely than I do. Yes? I have women friends who are very close with their mothers – even best friends. The relationship of mothers and daughters seems complex to me; convoluted. Is it she who I see in the mirror? I desperately hope not.

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