*big cyberhug comin' at ya*
My mom had an aneurysm burst in her head some years ago. Miraculously she survived so she was lucky, and so was I. So I know how you feel. Even so, I was at peace knowing she knew I loved her, even then. I have always been expressive that way.
I am sure my loved ones know they are loved by me. I make sure of it regularly.
I am sorry for your loss. 
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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