A scene from The Land Before Time. In memory of my mom, gone two years on 3/31.

Rooter: Hey. What's going on here?
[Littlefoot cries]
Rooter: What's your problem? You're not hurt.
Littlefoot: It's not fair. She should have known better. That was a Sharptooth. It's all her fault.
Rooter: All whose fault?
Littlefoot: Mother's.
Rooter: Oh... I see. I see.
Littlefoot: Why did I wander so far from home?
Rooter: Oh, it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. You pay attention to old Rooter. It is nobody's fault. The great circle of life has begun, but, you see, not all of us arrive together at the end.
Littlefoot: What'll I do? I miss her so much.
Rooter: Then you'll always miss her. But she'll always be with you, as long as you remember the things she taught you. In a way, you'll never be apart, for you are still part of each other.
Littlefoot: My tummy hurts.
Rooter: Well, that, too, will go in time, little fella. Only in time.