I was only 26 when I lost my mom, almost 20 yrs ago. I still think of her often, have shed gallons of tears. I was a true "mama's boy" and I would give anything just to see her again.
A very true story - a few years ago I was woken up by someone touching my back. There was nobody there but I had a very deep feeling about her at that exact moment.
Then 2 years ago my Dad died. He had a hard life, was a pretty heavy drinker although after he was diagnosed with diabetes a little after my mom died he really slowed down and began walking and watching his diet. At 80 years old he danced the night away at my wedding, and was walking 2 miles every day, twice a day. He could have passed for late 60's easily then then he started to not feel great and was losing weight. Eventually his POS doctor figured out he had lung cancer. 2 months later I ended up taking to the hospital as his mind was starting to fail him, as well as his body. He never left the hospital after that and we lost him 2 days before Christmas 2010.
I miss them both terribly.