Letters to A Grieving Mama Dear Reader, You sit surrounded by the boxes of your child's belongings. Their clothes still smell like their cologne, their paintings lean against the wall half-finished, sketchbooks filled with ideas they'll never develop. That novel they were writing sits on your kitchen table, 200 pages of dreams and talent that will never reach its ending. You hold their favorite sweater and wonder: Do I donate this so someone else can feel its warmth, or keep it because...