I loved my mother too,' I said. 'I still do. That's the thing - it never goes away, even if the person does.

You can love anyone. Love is just caring about someone very deeply. Feeling like that
person matters to you, like your whole world would be sadder without them in it.

Queen, Queen Mother, Queen Mum -- deeply loved and greatly missed,

Flowers, cold from the dew,
And autumn's approaching breath,
I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids,
Which haven't faded yet.

In their nights, fragrantly resinous,
Entwined with delightful mystery,
They will breathe in her springlike
Extraordinary beauty.

But in a whirlwind of sound and fire,
From her shing head they will flutter
And fall—and before her
They will die, faintly fragrant still.

And, impelled by faithful longing,
My obedient gaze will feast upon them—
With a reverent hand,
Love will gather their rotting remains.

My mother is Irish, my father is black and Venezuelan, and me -- I'm tan, I guess.

To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.