Ah man, you're gonna make me tear up. I just lost my mom a couple years ago and I called her "Mama." She's the best person I ever met, and I'm not just saying that because of who she was to me. She was only 3 pounds when she was born in 1927, before they had incubators. The doctor told her parents she would never make it through the night and told them he didn't want them to get attached to her so he would name her for them. The doctor named her "Willie" after himself and gave her the second name of "Margaret" which was his wife's name. He also refused to give them a birth certificate. She lived 80 years without a birth certificate! She never smoked a cigarette, never tasted alcohol, but because her lungs were undeveloped, she always had severe Emphysema her whole life. She never dated anyone but my dad and they were married 60 years. Although she cooked constantly she always ate off of a teacup saucer the smallest bit of food you could imagine. I think she was constantly thinking of ways to help people in need.
I've learned to live without her but I'll never stop missing her.