My son passed October 1, 2016. In the early weeks, months, and first two years the pain was so intense that it was at the forefront of every waking thought. It was the first thing I thought of when I awakened. It was my last conscious thought before falling asleep. As I approach the seven year anniversary, I am relieved to say it is not the first or last thing I think about every day. I am able to feel happiness. In addition to feelings of happiness, there are the flashes of sadness as I am reminded of my son dozens of times every day. Some of these reminders are very brief with a little pang attached. Other times, I have to pause and feel the sadness for a couple of minutes. Thoughts that go through my mind are, “ I still can’t believe it”; “I wish it hadn’t happened this way”; “ It is not fair”; “Bless his heart”; “Why is my life so hard and other people seem to have life easier than...