You're in my heart Mom. You bought me my first Winnie the Pooh and I remember you reading it to me and until I could read. Then we would sit and listen to the Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day record.
Sometimes closure looks differently than we imagine it. Sometimes we don't get all of the answer we're seeking. Sometimes it's not wrapped in a pretty bow with two people who amicably say "this is for the better.