I tried to draw a thing I saw/imagined when I was 6.

It was this lady with like funeral clothes. Like a black vintage dress and that thing brides put over their face. Vail?????? Don't know... But anways, I time to time saw/imagined her face and it was like a rotting face. She would hold flowers and for some reason I called her mother. To myself I would say: "Mother is coming" then I would close my eyes and not move and I would feel her looking at me then I would feel like she left and move.