Letters to A Grieving Mama Dear Reader, I see you looking in the mirror, wondering who that stranger is staring back. Like you're watching someone else live your life while the real you is... somewhere else. Maybe lost. Maybe gone forever. Everything that used to feel natural—making dinner, showing up to work, having conversations with friends—now feels like you're acting in a play you never auditioned for. You catch yourself wondering, "Who am I without my child?" as if their death somehow...