My "sweet little Mama" lived with me the last three years of her life, and, though she was stricken with the insidious memory thief, Alzheimers, we had some delightful talks.
While she could rarely recall what she had for breakfast that day, she delved back into her long-term memory banks and told me wonderful stories about her childhood and early life with the dad she adored.
My best memory, even though it's coupled with one of the most heart-rending, is that she knew who I was right up to the last day of her life.
She's been gone 2 1/2 years now, but I still miss her. Mother's Day was bittersweet for me, and it may always be that way.