Mother hás such a powerful influênce, that sinse she passed a few years ago i feel i lost good part of my identity. I have done a lot in my life. But she hás a bigger print in me than i realized. I loved tô run tô tell her good things and see her rejoyce with me was a very powering process. Now i have tô rejoyce quietly, as no other person on Earth is like her. She rejoyced with me the smallest things. Every litthe thing was special. We made tem special. We cheeared each other when sad. Unfortunately mo other person on Earth can replace that. Validation. Its not about money. How good my health or looks are. My mother loved é very little thing about me. And i loved every little thing about her too. Its Hard tô find 1 percent of that in any other person. Then its a painful process when i try tô have this in other People. Its like showing vulnerability or success is usrless. They Either expect too much or throw in the dumps. And that cause me a roller coaster. Im having tô adjust and triste more myself and dond try tô find her responses elsewhere. She was unique. She is irrepleaceable. She was a beautiful soul. I Will miss her i guess gorever. But being abre tô cope building all she was tô me inside is a work in progress.....