Oh yeah, Mom. I always put cut flower out on her and my grandmothers graves for Mothers Day.
My Dad commuted so often at night Mom and I would go get gas in the car for the next day. Guess I was 13. We’d take the long way around though through the fair grounds where she’d let me drive. She was a good driver though and still remember our 50 mile trip on glare ice but we made it. One day she pulled out of the garage and the neighbor tried to flag her down. She had hooked a 50 foot black garden hose on the front bumper and was dragging it down the street. Then of course there was the time she forgot to open the garage door before backing out. Only needed one section replaced and the parts were in stock so no big deal.
Guess you had to be there. The problem with getting older is all the people you miss.