Well my mom died in 2008, she had a LONG battle and was winning, with liver cancer. She was doing so well. We all went to Kansas City,MO for Thanksgiving. We sat on a hotel bed together talking, she was holding my then 9 month old daughter. She started to cry, she said "Martha I am glad I made it to this day, that my last child had a baby, I feel complete." A week after that she became gravely ill, only to find out that a tumor had reappeared and this time it blocked her bile duct. She was rushed to emergency surgery 2 hours from where all my siblings and I lived. We had to do everything we could to get there before they took her in. They told us it was not likely she would survive the surgery. We made it just as they were going to put her to sleep. Each one of us got all of 5 minutes with her. She was so strong so calm. When I took her hand, I begged her to be around, mom I say, please I need help with my baby. She said I am always with you, even if you die. Then she looked strangely at me, she looked around the room and said "honey where is that baby, I said: mom shes here with me. Mom says, no not M, but the little one the new one. Me: MOM I dont have one I am not pregnant. My mother smiled, she brushed my cheek and she said soon then martha soon. I will be with you always" I marked it up to the medications and all the pain she was in she was not coherent. My mother didnt wake up. After surgery she lapsed into a coma. Where she contracted Toxic shock and her system slowly shut down, She never had a lucid moment. She died January 4. I was devestated. I didnt sleep or eat, I cried and cried. 2 months passed, I was sitting in my apartment, folding laundry and I felt someone grasp my shoulder, and I SWEAR my hair moved. I wasnt scared I thought it had to be her. A few weeks later I felt sick. Always tired. My sister said take a pregnancy test. I did. I was pregnant. Now I am married to man from India, my husband is fairly brown, black hair, black eyes. I am white, very white. Blue eyes, Red/blonde hair. My first daughter is brown like dad, auburn/brown hair, and black eyes. So when I had my second and they handed her to me, I looked once at her, and I began sobbing. They took my baby from me and asked my husband to calm me. They were so worried about me. I assured them I am ok. I want my daughter back. That I wasnt crying for sadness. I cried for joy. My second daughter was a white blonde, white, bright blue eyed baby, with the same dimpled chin and cheeks of my mother. She was a carbon copy of my moms baby pictures. She was named with a Hindi name for light and her middle name was my mother. Everyday I look at her I see my mom. I feel my mom and I know my mom is ALL around me. If I need her, I talk to her, If I need advice I talk to those that have kids the same age. I dont feel alone but I wish she could have been there to be with my kids. I KNOW shes around but I miss her hugs and kisses and goofy laughs. She missed out also on my sons birth last year. He was a dark brown, black haired, brown eyed bundle of joy. I am not religious but I truly believe we continue on as something else.