Letters to A Grieving Mama Dear Reader, I see you staring at the ceiling at 3am, asking "What's the point?" about everything. The job that once felt important now seems trivial. Hobbies that used to bring joy feel empty and pointless. The future you had mapped out in your heart—all those graduations, weddings, and grandchildren that were supposed to be—now feels like a cruel joke. You might wake up each morning and everything feels flat, colorless, meaningless. People go about their daily...