Thanks snailoon and Cheeful for your kind and encouraging words.
Mum was lovely really - very good company. I used to love phoning her. I'd make myself a cup of tea and settle down for a long chinwag. Like me she was something of an insomniac and so chatting away at 11pm was quite ordinary for us.
She had lots of interests - she forbad the word 'boring' in our home, I think even scrubbing it out of the dictionary and used to say that 'only boring people are bored' - she honestly found everything rather fascinating. Mum was fairly religious - went through different churches including Quakers and eventually settled on the Catholics, like my Dad. But her eyes were always open - saw the good things in the church and the not so good. As a school teacher, she had no time for petty rules - when a boy once apologised to her for wearing trainers (thinking she was going to tell him off), she told him that she wasn't fussed about his feet - she wanted to see him happy and working well.
Yes, she was the glue in our family. Very bright but a wonderful example of carrying learning lightly - not at all pretentious - really very ordinary, busying herself in the garden, with voluntary activities and with family. Missed by DH and me and our kids. She was actually DH's adult education language teacher before DH and I met. He said she was a great teacher - very committed.
DS1 would not have gone had she been around - she'd have dealt with any grief he had - quietly and sensibly. God, I miss that boy. Cruel, terribly cruel though he has been in word and in deed, I just have to see something of his, such as a picture, a photo, an old toy and I well up. I haven't been into his room for over a year - he left 18 months ago.
Thank you for your encouragement to get in contact with him again. In spite of the awful, painful rejection, I have to remember that I am his mother, and not become some victim in whatever game he is so strangely involved in, and the 'grown up'.
Snailoon - I have a brother but sadly estranged. He has a very long (back to teenage years) history of drug and alcohol abuse and has turned his back on his family, including his first wife and his own kids. Terribly sad. He was very unkind to our parents, put them through hell but they carried on loving and there was some kind of reconciliation when each of them before he died. If only they were here to help me get through the estrangement that I now suffer with DS1.
Snailoon - I hope that your own pain diminishes soon - I guess it never disappears entirely but it does ease and become manageable most days.
Thanks again to you both - today, feeling quite alone and missing Mum and DS3, I am so grateful for this community.