Oh jeez, I didn't want to depress you, but if dredging up sweet memories of your mom is a comfort, I hope it helps you when things get bad. ((HUGS))

I fervently believe that the truths of the universe fall somewhere between religious dogma and existential nihilism, and that the mind-bending, time-warping, space-distorting tenets of multiverse theory are neither supported nor refuted by the notion of a "heaven". So it's all good. I *must* exist beyond this clothing of flesh, and extend across alternate realities.

Call it a soul, or persistence of iteration, but if matter can't be created or destroyed, neither can your mom.