It's like I was out there in the world for so many years being motherless and then one morning I peed on a stick and suddenly I was a mother. I couldn't have known then that the hole in my chest would only get bigger and that my loneliness would be married to the fact that I was motherless. I will never know love like this again, I thought, as I sat next to her hospital bed for the last time.
I didn't make it home from South Africa in time to see my mom before she died. Here, back in Canada, in the house where I spent most of my youth, sorting through her things to give to charity, I am overwhelmed by questions I wish I had asked her. In appreciation of both my mother's sensitive spirit and her sense of humour, here are the top 10 questions I wished I had asked my mom before she died.