My mom's been gone since January 1, 2004. I think about her every day.
Ours was far from a perfect relationship, with imperfections abounding on both sides. But I can tell you what I received from her:
A love of nature.
A love of words, and reading.
A love of humor.
And those three things almost define me. I cannot begin to express how important all three are to me. I cannot imagine what I would have been, what my life would have been, without them. It took me way too long to realize this but I did get the chance to write it down and give my thanks to her for them in a birthday card one year. It affected her deeply. She always said she wanted to be buried with that card. Unfortunately by the time it was needed, she had lost it so I couldn't, but I did certainly reiterate the fact and my thanks as appropriate, before the people who attended her memorial service and afterwards, between just her and me.
You gave me the world, Mom. Thank you.