I don't know you personally and yet I know you. To the core of your being, I dare say. I can see it in your eyes when I look at you. Your strength, captured by your pain. I can feel your pain, I know what it feels like.Please tell me, how old were you when your mother passed away? Do you have any memories of her? Can you remember the way she looked at you, how she smiled and the stories she used to read to you? Can you remember the way she felt or how she smelt?

Being confronted with the deat...