Living: My mother. I don’t see her enough, and she is the worlds best cook and would help me make sure the dinner was good.
Dead: Mom’s twin sister. She’s been gone for five years, but things still seem strange without her. It would be heaven to sit back and listen to her and Mom joking and teasing each other again.
Fictional: Captain Picard. Mom had such a huge crush on him back in the day, and you know he would bring a great bottle of wine and tell entertaining stories.