“They were dead; I could no longer deny it. What a thing to acknowledge in your heart! To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches.
To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.
I lay down on the tarpaulin and spent the whole night weeping and grieving, my face buried in my arms.”
The Life of Pi. Yann Martel.
Rest In Peace, my mummy.