When I was trying to explain aspects of life, death, love and marriage to absentdaughter, I described my heart as a great big house where some rooms were occupied – hers, for example – and some were still empty, waiting for a new friend or family member to move in. I explained that if someone else came into my life, it wouldn't make anyone else's room smaller, but simply open a new room. When her grandmother, my mum died, I shut down the room because no one else would ever live there, but it still carries memories that I sometimes visit. I think absentdaughter visits it or, perhaps, her own "grandmum's" room.
And yes, I still miss both my mother and father and probably shall for every day of my life. I don't believe for a second that I am unique with these feelings.