I wish I could tell you. She wasn't a loving mother and she didn't express her feelings towards us. I don't ever remember her telling me that she loved me. Sometimes I did feel she loved me, and there were a few things she did that were quite sweet and loving. But, most of the time all I felt was anger, or a complete lack of interest and acknowledgment that I even existed. I believe she suffered from an undiagnosed mental illness, possibly severe depression. She was a very unhappy woman who was lost in her own head most of the time, and seemed to forget that she had children.
She was dedicated to me and all of my siblings, and our children, until her last breath. I am certain that right now she is tending a baby in the palm of God's hand, for babies were her passion and her joy. A better mother, then grandmother, has never walked the Earth.
She recently told me that I don't love her..................that was after I demanded her car keys after she almost killed two people on motorcycles. She's 84 and will drive no more. I do love her.