Jon never asks his father about his mother, he's afraid it would be too painful, or worse, his father would get angry at brining up a woman that had passed away ten years ago.
So he asked his uncle Benjen.
'' Uncle,'' he and uncle Benjen were walking along the edge of the garden and as always his uncle was a few feet behind him, '' what was my mother like?'' His uncle comes to stand in front of him and takes his shoulders in a strong grip.
'' Isn't that a question for your father?'' Jon shakes his head; a sad look come over his uncle's face and his voice is softer than Jon has ever heard it. '' Your mother was beautiful, willful, and very stubborn like someone else I know.'' He pats Jon on the cheek.
'' Did she love me?'' His uncle Benjen's face was always somber but Jon felt that this had a different air to it, and he almost regretted asking the question as his uncle knelt down in front of him so that they were face to face.
'' Your mother loved you with everything she had and she would be so proud of you Jon.''