Letters to A Grieving Mama Dear Reader, I see the profound weariness that comes from maintaining the mask of competence and control. The way you've carefully constructed your public face each morning, ensuring your makeup covers the dark circles from sleepless nights, practicing the polite smile that keeps everyone comfortable. The internal rage you feel when someone praises you for "handling it so well" or tells you how much they admire your strength, when inside you're absolutely shattered....