I remember  my first Mother’s Day in 2017 after my son passed. I wore a Lily Pulitzer shift with it’s distinctive pink and green florals on a white background. I bought that dress on the last visit I had with my son in July 2016. I selected that dress to wear on that first Mother’s Day in the hopes that the cheerful, bright colors would make my heart rise to the hype of the day. The most intrusive thought I had in ny head was what’s so happy about it, dammit. Two of my remaining three children spent the day with me. The third facetimed me for a visit. I remember taking a photo of the sky that day. The sky was a beautiful color of blue and was unmarked by a single cloud. I remember the striking contrast of the blue sky with the most lush color green of the trees. We spent the day in our little courtyard. To the casual observer the day was perfection. However, the chaos inside my...