My mom and I speak every day. We have become very close over the last several years in a way I never imagined would be possible. It is a gift of the difficulties we have experienced/shared. If life had been straight forward and smooth (of course it never is) we might have never spoken about much beyond recipes and shoes.
Since my dad died about 6 weeks ago, we keep asking each other how is your everything?
I keep saying the same thing.
