Now my mother is no more. She died many years ago. Physically.
Spiritually, I am not sure if death ends everything.
Anyway, she helped me come to this world. A very complex, and sometimes cruel world. However, mother nature is still there to nurse all the wounds, like my mother did.
When you get busy with your work, you try to help other people related to your work, you become alone.
You start to talk to your work, the conversation that your friends no longer understand.
You are alone.