Letters to A Grieving Mama Dear Reader, I know that there are moments when you catch yourself laughing at something funny, only to have the laughter die in your throat as crushing guilt floods in. You find yourself monitoring your emotional state constantly, policing any flicker of happiness or contentment that dares to surface. When a beautiful sunset takes your breath away, the guilt follows instantly: "I shouldn't be able to appreciate beauty when they'll never see another sunset." When...