Dr., very sorry about your mother. My wife and I lost hers two weeks ago, so I'm sure it's very difficult for you. We definitely think about the wonderful things they did for us along the way, which brings some solace.
And so it was that my parents, who always supported my musical endeavors, bought me a Peavey T-40 in 1982 along with a TKO 65 amp. They did this just because a band with great musicians was forming at my high school, and needed a bassist. I had played guitar for a couple of years, and cello for a couple more before that, so I figured the transition wouldn't be too hard. Turns out I felt comfortable on bass almost immediately.
Ironically, that band had only two rehearsals, but the bass thing really stuck, and it was all I played the rest of high school. Apart from a couple of short-lived, delusional attempts to be a lead guitarist, I've viewed myself as a bassist ever since.
Hang in there bro'.