The only time I feel a sense of closeness to my daughter, and not a vast insurmountable distance between us, is when I look up at a night sky full of a million stars, or see the sliver of a crescent moon glowing silver again a deep blue late evening sky. In those moments, I realize that we are one, and just as we were never given a life together, so are we never apart.
It only makes sense, as the wonder I experienced feeling the love of a mother blossom inside of myself for the first time, as she changed my body, as I felt her kicking, a real little life inside of my own… is similar to the wonder we experience when we try to take in the immense beauty of this planet, and this universe.
Mother of All Things 
That’s really lovely. I think it’s nice that you have something that makes you feel close to her.