I would ask my lovely mum:
1 am I doing ok?
2 are you proud of me?
3 am I doing a good job bringing up my dc?
4 were you happy in life?
5 what were my dbs and I like as babies/kids?
6 what was my gp's life like?
7 did she know how much I loved her?
8 did she know that I know how much she loved me?
9 does she mind that I don't get to her memorial tree as much as I should?
She died at 50 after a short illness, I was 26. In the last week of her life we talked a lot. She told me she had only 3 regrets in her whole life. One, for my older db - she would never see his ds grow up (he was 8mths old and her only gc, she now has 8gc). Two, for my other db - she would never meet his future wife. Three, for me - she would never meet my dc.
We talked at length about the dc I would eventually have. She was sure I'd have 2 ds's. She sent me away to buy 2 special teddies which she then spent the last week of her life cuddling. I was to give them to my future ds's; it was her way of giving them a teeny piece of her, a bit of continuity. And yes they are much treasured by my ds's.
So I suppose the 10th question I'd ask her is 'how come you can't count to 3?!' I've got 3 ds's, not 2. (Though I'm impressed she knew it would be boys). The final part of the story is that her sisters gave me the money to buy a special teddy for ds3 from her.
Actually, thinking about my questions, scrap them, I probably know the answers to most of them. I know I'm doing ok, yes she'd be proud of me, of course she knew how much I love her etc etc. I guess asking those questions would be to get a little piece of reassurance from her. A little piece of mother's love. The same that can be found in a cuddle, a knowing look, a stroke of the face, a wiping away of a tear, a little smile. God, how I miss all that.
Tis empowering to know though, that one day my dc will (hopefully) view me in a similar way.
Sorry. Too long. Too sentimental. Too sad.