I want my mommy!

I'm a sad girl today. Put my mom on a plane, back to her hometown, 1000 miles away. She's getting frailer (or should that be "more frail"?) everytime I see her, though she still has more spunk at 86 than half the 40 year olds I know. But for the past few years, everytime we part, I can't help wondering if it's the last time I'll see her. We talk almost every night on the phone and I'm scared to death of losing her, though it's inevitable.
Who will I gossip and shop with, or discuss old movies? Despite her age, my mom knows who's who: Christian Bale, Dan Brown, Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Tony Blair, Borat, Wolf Blitzer, Belinda Stronach, Rick Mercer, Kelli Pickler and Eminem. She reads national newspapers, magazines, financial/business books. She doesn't have a university degree and is in awe of professionals, but my mother is sharper than anyone (ANYONE!) I've ever met.
She shares my love of books and we often mail each other our faves - even though it costs more to send than to pick up our own copy at the bookstore! It's nice to know that a person you love and esteem held the same pages, smiled or cried at the same passages and derived the same feelings of hope, joy, sadness or longing when the book was finished.

I want my mommy *sniff*